#the one on the left is genuinely the closest I've gotten to how he is in my head and I am Infuriated to spend that on This Outfit

[chiropteracupola]

frantically scribbling hornblower in his terrible outfits

[voidpetrova]

pretty boy — stiles stilinski x reader

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content warnings and genre: swearing, alcohol consumption, tit play, unprotected p in v sex, virgin!sub!stiles x experienced!dom!reader — smut

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synopsis: the closest thing he had come to having sex was with his fist, until he confessed to you, that is

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in a dimly lit motel room, the buzzing neon sign outside cast intermittent flashes of light across the peeling wallpaper. the air was thick with tension as stiles stilinski, the epitome of social awkwardness and love-deprivation, sat on one of the twin beds, fumbling with his phone. scott had left to chase after allison, leaving stiles alone with his thoughts and an abundance of uncomfortable silence. just as he contemplated diving into another episode of his favorite tv show to escape the loneliness, there was a soft knock on the door. with a puzzled expression, he pulled it open, revealing you—bold, snarky, and an undeniable knockout. you sauntered in, a sly grin playing on your lips, and in your hand, a six-pack of beer.

“hey there, loser,” you greeted, taking in the melancholic atmosphere. “looks like we've got a room all to ourselves tonight. mind if i join the pity party?” stiles' eyes widened in surprise, a mix of embarrassment and relief washing over him. “uh, sure, come on in,” he stammered, hastily clearing a space on the other bed for you.

you cracked open a beer, handing one to stiles, and settled in comfortably. “so, what's got you wallowing in self-pity?” you asked, your tone laced with genuine curiosity. stiles took a sip of his beer and sighed, avoiding eye contact. “i've been doing some thinking,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “how is it that i've never gotten laid?”

you observed him for a moment, your sharp wit temporarily softened by empathy. “stiles, being in a relationship isn't the be-all and end-all of life,” you said, your voice reassuring. “besides, you're unique in your own quirky way. maybe you just haven't found the right person yet.” he looked at you, his eyes reflecting a mixture of longing and insecurity. “you think so?”

“absolutely,” you affirmed, leaning in a bit closer. “you're a good guy, stiles. you deserve someone who appreciates your quirks and cares about you for who you are.” as the night wore on and the beer cans dwindled, a connection grew between you two. stiles, usually tongue-tied and nervous around others, found himself opening up to you like he never had before. your witty banter and genuine interest put him at ease, making him forget his insecurities.

and then, in the quiet of that dingy motel room, stiles found the courage to confess his feelings. “you know, i've had a crush on you for a while now,” he admitted, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. you raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk gracing your lips. “oh, really? i had no idea,” you teased.

stiles chuckled nervously, his heart pounding in his chest. “yeah, well, i guess it's hard not to when you're so—amazing.” you leaned in closer until your faces were just inches apart. “you know, stiles,” you whispered, “i've had my eye on you too.”

in that small, dimly lit motel room, something shifted between you and stiles. two people, seemingly different in every way, found a connection that transcended their differences. as the night deepened, you and stiles shared more than just beer; you shared stories, dreams, and a newfound closeness that neither of you had expected. it was a moment of vulnerability and connection that would change the course of their lives, igniting a spark of something beautiful amidst the chaos of teenagehood. and as the neon sign outside flickered on and off, it seemed to mirror the uncertainty and excitement of the journey that lay ahead for stiles and the you.

“so,” you began, discarding the empty can of liquid gold as you spoke. you met his gaze, his nervous, shaky gaze with a hint of something unexplainable in your own. whatever it was, it drew him to you. just as much as his nervousness drew you to him. “never been laid, huh?”

the question had him taken aback, leaving him with an almost offended expression as he scoffed. “you almost sound surprised.” he inquired with a, yet again nervous, chuckle. you shrugged, taking the opportunity to sit next to him on the ragged, uncomfortable sheets. “you're a pretty boy, sti, you could say i'm surprised, sure.” he didn't know which part got to him first—perhaps it was the way your tone shifted from playful to seductive in a matter of seconds, or maybe it was the way your siren-like eyes held his shy gaze with an immense need to ruin him. before everything else, he was absolutely sure it was your words that had gotten to him first. pretty boy. yes, the way his jeans tightened only confirmed his lingering thoughts.

“you think i'm pretty?” it almost sounded like a statement, rather than your typical question. you smiled rather gently, fingertips slowly creeping up on him, brushing his hair softly, trailing down his clothed chest, gracefully caressing his bulge through his jeans. “so pretty.” you affirmed.

stiles didn't know how to kiss, he didn't have as much experience as you did. he lacked the experience and tact you had, but not the passion. not the passion, not with you guiding him every step of the way ever so gently. your hands cupped his cheeks, tracing his jawline as you coaxed him into the kiss, allowing him to take baby steps into relaxing and finally melting into it. once he did, you found your tongue sliding into his mouth, intertwining with his as your teeth tugged at his bottom lip, sucking gently. you heard him gasp, and it was adorable. he was like putty under your touch.

“you sure you wanna do this?” the question came out almost as soon as the kiss was broken, leaving him panting with a painful ache in his cock. he nodded, almost too eagerly, puppy eyes desperate to experience this more than ever. you littered kitten licks and kisses down his neck, relishing in the way he shivered at the sensation. you had successfully gotten rid of his shirt, feeling how he only grew more and more eager to get on with it. before you could go any further, you found yourself pushing him back onto the bed, straddling his lap.

he watched in awe from below as you peeled your top off, pulling it off your head, leaving you in a stunning black bra. his eyes admired the curve of your tits, the way the bra squished them together, the recoil incoming with every move you made. “c'mere, baby, don't be shy.” you cooed, encouraging stiles to do more than just stare. it was just what he needed to hear. though inexperienced, he allowed himself to do what he felt was right—peeling your bra off, soft moans of pleasure leaving his mouth as he allowed him to fondle and grope your fatty tits, sucking on them and toying with them in a way that made both of you moan. he had his face buried into the valley of your boobs, teeth grazing the sensitive flesh as you pulled at his dark hair. he looked up at you, with an utterly innocent, horny gaze, saliva dripping down his chin as you watched him rut against the mattress, desperate for some kind of soothing friction. it made you all the more ready to ruin him.

“please, (y/n),” you had him begging for you to help him out, just a little bit. while you helped him remove his jeans, you couldn't ignore the way his moans got you worked up and wet. “gotta fuck you, please, please, please.” it was a string of incoherent pleading and whining, he was even more worked up than you were. he had no other way to act, what, with your tongue dragging alongside his clothed dick, teasing and taunting the wet spot on his boxers. you nuzzled your nose against him, tongue tracing his balls as you listened to the way he meweled, beads of sweat dropping down his temple.

that night, the first thing you found out about stiles was that he was sensitive. extremely sensitive. the second thing? he was hung. the sight of his bare dick made your eyes widen, the same way the feeling of the cool air hitting his hot, angry, hard cock made him hiss. unbeknownst to you, he had been carrying a, vaguely-spoken, above-average size this entire time. it wasn't something he chose to brag about—what would the context be? certainly not how he jacked off to photos of you every night, to polaroids he had taken of you on the beach or the mere thought of you in the position you were currently in. no, surprising you like this was much better.

“big boy, aren't you, sti?” the way you cooed, as if talking to a toddler, made his cock throb. he whined in response, breath hitching in his throat as you used your thumb to smear his dripping precum all over his cock, lubricating it with the thin layer of arousal. “you're gonna make a mess of me.” he hadn't planned on it until now.

he truly didn't know what to expect fron sex up until now. sure, he's heard stories from friends thay included scott and danny, he's heard the standard it set compared to using a hand to get off. however, feeling it for the first time—it was absolutely incomparable. it was another realm of euphoria, feeling his throbbing, aching cock slip into your wet, tight heat. you didn't have to prep yourself or anything, his long, hard dick gliding into the tight ring of muscle without a care in the world. he felt you flutter around him, the sensation better and tighter than when he uaually jacked off. his jaw slacked, eyelashes fluttering as a moan got caught in his throat. he knew he wasn't gonna last long.

“too fuck—fucking tight, jesus, shit—” none of his words were easy to make out, each one coming out slower than the last as you allowed yourself to bounce on his dick, hands pressed to his chest as his cock slid in and out of you. your tits were pressed to his face, and you couldn't help but moan lowly, the thin motel walls offering you little to no support. “so big, stiles,” you gasped out. you were full, fuller than you've ever been or felt up until now. his thick tip was pressing against your cervix, kissing it as he fucked you. “shit, too fucking big, sti.”

he loved it, loved knowing how good he made you feel. he used it to his advantage, repeating things he had only seen in pornos—rubbing your clit, fondling your tits, and grabbing onto your hips, grinding you down onto his dick as he fucked himself into you. he knew he was close, especially fast for his first time, especially fast for your third time. “i—i can't,” he forewarned, and he couldn't.

when he came, his mind went absolutely blank. he came hard, with a loud moan that had come off as unexpected for both of you. he came long and hard, harder than ever before, shooting all of his cum into your cunt, your pussy milking his cock completely, sucking every last drop out. his vision was blurry for a few seconds, and his mouth dry, the inability to form sentences overpowering him. if there was one thing you were good at, it was fucking.

and boy, were you a fucking good one.

[aphrodaisyacs]

This might be an odd question, but do you have any tips or preferences when it comes writing Natsuo? Asking for *ahem* reasons...

Ok well I guess like with all fanfic writing I use canon as a jumping point. He’s not exactly a flat character because the few moments he’s given imply a lot of depth, and it’s pretty fun to tease out that depth.

What we know from canon:

Out of all his siblings, Natsuo is the only one who appears to have a “normal” social life. He has a girlfriend who he presumably met during a university class, and he’s implied to prefer hanging out with her and his other friends instead of going back to visit his childhood home (much to Fuyumi’s annoyance lol). Based on his interactions with others he seems to be a sociable and friendly person (when Endeavor isn’t around to sour the mood at least). Personality-wise he also seems to be a confrontational person, in the sense that time and again he doesn’t shy away from uncomfortable conversations or topics- he prefers to air out all the grievances instead of letting them fester.

Currently, he and Fuyumi are the closest out of all the family members. They grew up together and they have the most normal sibling relationship out of everyone (the bar is on the ground tho aljsbd). In the scene where we first see them visiting Rei in the hospital together we also see them bantering and playfully poking at each other and he loves and respects her enough to put up with Endeavor for her sake.

It is no secret that Natsuo despises Endeavor—for being responsible for Touya’s death, for his treatment of Rei and Shouto and most likely also for the way he left Fuyumi as the responsible “adult” in charge of the home. The latter is implied from the way Natsuo spoke about how he tried to help her, ie with the cooking, but he was forced to stop when Endeavor complained about his cooking so it became Fuyumi’s responsibility again.

Then there’s all the trauma surrounding Touya, the way he feels like his brother wouldn’t have had to die (and become a villain) if only he’d listened to him when he needed it and maybe talked him out of some of his more extreme beliefs. It’s implied that he’s studying his current degree (medical welfare I think?) because of Touya, because he wants to help more people like his brother. There’s a lot of (irrational) guilt wrapped up in his feelings about Touya, but as seen in recent chapters he’s willing to put in the work and walk the long and difficult road to mend things between Touya and the rest of the family.

Now onto headcanon territory (most of which are extrapolated from canon):

I think that he has extremely low self esteem, due to the neglect he suffered while growing up. Not just from Endeavor, but from Rei too—here’s some thoughts I’ve already had about this, copy-pasted from the end AN of ch13 in WHFO:

I've always gotten the feeling that she and Natsuo were never particularly close, especially before she was hospitalised. Because he must've been what, 3 when she had to pass him over to be raised by the housekeeper while she completely shifted her focus to Shouto? Not to mention that his physical resemblance to Endeavor would've made it hard for her to even look at him, especially as her mental health spiralled. I just feel like Rei never really got much of a chance to get close to him the way she did with her other children, which is sad because that means Natsuo didn't have much of a relationship with either of his parents when he needed it most during his formative years faksjdlfs that is most definitely not going to have an impact on him at all, nope :)

Expanding on that I think he is also incredibly affection starved, and even as he strives to make a life for himself outside the family a part of him might always find it hard to accept praise or even just the idea that people would genuinely think he’s great to be around or good at things in general. Just you know, general symptoms of someone who had a childhood of emotional neglect.

Because of the whole thing with Rei I also think that he’s hyperaware of how much he physically resembles Endeavor. Does this mean he’s probably insecure about his looks as a result? Yes I do like to think so, especially for the Angst™️. It also doesn’t help that all of his other siblings look like their mum so he’s got that extra dose of feeling like the odd one out.

I also really like the headcanon that he inherited Endeavor’s short temper and general anger issues. Not only because that’s Angst Deluxe, but also because it would be interesting to explore how he grapples with it, and the internal conflict he feels about how scared he is of becoming like his father. This is why I love writing scenes where he’s arguing with his siblings or shouts at them only to watch them flinch because the psychic damage + self-loathing that would follow? Impeccable. Unparalleled. 👌

[starry-blue-echoes]

Oh I had. A thought for the Cinderella Rewrite AU. Because now there's a girl out there who is extraordinarily pissed at Yukako, right?

Well that's great for Yoshihiro Kira who is trying to find people willing to distract the Morioh Gang from hunting down and finding his son. And this girl already has a grudge against one of them? Perfect Enemy Stand potential!

There are so many ways this plotline could go which is amazing. Does the girl learn the error of her ways or remain stubborn, becoming a shadow archetype to Yukako, someone unwilling to settle her feelings in a healthy way? Does Koichi beat her or does Yukako? Does this happen on The Thursday? If so, does Yukako reluctantly drag in someone like Hazamada to help or does she try to go it alone only to fail and need the help of, say, Joseph or Tonio?

Speaking of which, if it isn't on The Thursday, where is Yukako during All Of That?

OOOOOOOOOOO THAT'S A FUN IDEA TO GO WITH AND A GREAT WAY TO TURN THIS INTO A THREE SECTION ARC 👀👀👀

While I have no idea what her Stand could be, I LOVE the idea of her being turned into a Stand User and getting involved in The Thursday. Maybe she ends up teaming up with Terunosuke in the kidnapping of Koichi and it sorta skews how everything goes. What her Stand is will definitely impact how things are going, but with how we've created her there are. So many possibilities and I'm not sure which would be best. I do think it should be more inclined to trickery than straight up power but other than that I've got nothing

ANYWAYS tho, as for how this ties into things and redirects them: maybe the girl (also, we really need to give her a name don't we) was set up to work with Terunosuke, but under the condition that Koichi and Yukako were hers. Teru does his thing and kidnaps Koichi and Tomoko, but he ends up passing Paper Koichi off to the girl

Josuke, Okuyasu, Yukako and Yuya are all going to temporarily be together and chasing after Terunosuke, but maybe somewhere during the chase the girl ends up jumping them and goads Yukako into a fight. Yukako tells the others to go on ahead and keep chasing after Teru and that she'll catch up later. It only after they've left that Yukako learns Koichi is actually here. I'd imagine their fight is a lot of chasing and shouting, and personally I really like the possibility of Tonio and Joseph getting involved, though I'm not super sure how

Koichi definitely gets freed at some point, and when he joins the fight there's a noticeable difference in the tide. After all, out of the four of them Koichi has the 2nd most combat experience (plus, Joseph's gotten a bit nerfed because of his age) and isn't afraid to pull his punches if he genuinely believes he's in danger. He's had like. Three near death experiences at this point, two of which could be argued were just flat out death, plus who knows how many other fights where his friends were in danger. Koichi knows what's at risk here and he's not going to let anyone else get hurt if he can help it. (Now, he's not going for lethal shots, but he's definitly aiming to hurt)

and maybe that's how Tonio and Joseph get involved? For safety and potential back up, Koichi and Yukako ended up running to Tonio's since it was the closest place and Joseph just happened to be there (Shizuka is fine tho, she's Jotaro at the moment), and they end up getting wrapped into things

for the resolution of this, I'll admit I really want to play into the fact that this girl has no IDEA what's actually going on or how much is actually at stake here, and how her ignorance to it has consequences. She's far from blameless of course, she did do some really fucked up shit in the past and now, but she also had no idea she's gotten involved with serial killers who are looking to do far worse than high school bullying. She'd been so wrapped up in her own little world of getting revenge that she hadn't thought to think Hey Maybe The Weird Picture Man With The Arrow Doesn't Have My Best Interests At Heart

Now does this mean she gets off scott free? No, and to be honest given the amount of property damage and kidnapping and manipulation she's done she's definitely going to be on the Foundation's radar, double especially because she's a User who was again, working for a known serial killer (albeit unknowingly)

but finally, after weeks and weeks of all of this happening, she finally gets to see how there's more to this world that her immediate circle and there are going to be concesuqences for her actions

[thisismostdefinitelynotablog]

Undeniable - Finn Wolfhard x Reader

Hello! I'm so sorry I've been so inactive lol. School & work & shit :,)

Anyway, I've gotten a lot of requests for a Finn x artist reader so here is my attempt at that! (Please keep requests coming, I promise I do read them!! You guys have great ideas!!)

Also the art for the picture on this one is mine! I don't really talk about many of my interests on here other than music, but I do genuinely love drawing so this one shot was sort of very self indulgent haha

Thank you for reading!! Gender neutral as always! <3

Masterlist

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The Velvet Underground was playing from the stereo in the kitchen. White Light/White Heat. You insisted on only playing their early records because you always said that they had gone downhill since Lou Reed left. Finn was obliged to agree. Finn Wolfhard. He was one of your closest friends, staying for a while in your cramped little apartment so he didn't have to commute to the recording studio to work on his next album. You lived within walking distance to the studio, so offering him your couch was a no-brainer.

Your apartment wasn't the only thing you shared. You had so much in common. Music tastes, your favorite weird hole-in-the-wall restaurants and vintage stores, an affinity for obscure literature.

And art. Though you expressed your love for art in different ways. He was a performer, an actor and a musician. You were a visual artist. You drew, and you painted. He was in the spotlight, you were in the background. And that was the way you liked it.

Or, perhaps, that was what you told yourself. As much as you loved being his friend, a shoulder to cry on, a couch to sleep on, you wished that he would notice you the way that you noticed him. You wished he would love you the way you did him. Maybe you didn't want to be in the spotlight, but you wanted to be in his.

Lou Reed's voice faded out and the next track began to play. It was a beautiful clear night, or it would have been if you had noticed anything around you. But you had tunnel vision when you were drawing. You sat at your tiny dining table, knees to your chest, sketchbook against the tops of your thighs. The only thing you did notice was Finn, your reference of choice for tonight's drawing (and a few others in the past, though he could never know that). You looked up at him every now and again as he fried some eggs on your stovetop just across from where you were. "Breakfast for dinner?" you said. "Mealtimes are social constructs." he said.

The conversation had faded into silence again, after that, and so did the room. The last song stopped playing, and the only sounds that filled the kitchen now were the soft scratching of a ballpoint pen and the sizzle of scrambled eggs.

"I think it's my turn to pick the record now."

"I believe so." You smiled, not looking up from your sketchbook.

Your drawing was done, you decided, so you closed your sketchbook and looked up as Finn turned off the stove and stepped over to the little stack of records you kept as a centerpiece on your table. You really had meant to organize them and put them on your bookshelf, but never got around to it. He flicked through the records.

"What were you drawing?"

"A portrait. I think it came out okay."

"Can I—"

"No." You laughed as he shook his head in feigned disappointment. There was a pause, a comfortable silence, as you looked at each other. One of those fleeting moments when the air seemed to sparkle with possibility. And then it passed. You set your sketchbook down on the edge of the table and picked at your cuticles.

"Oh, I love this album!" He picked up a record. You didn't see the cover, but you couldn't mistake the song that began to play for any other. "I Wanna Be Adored" by The Stone Roses. How very fitting.

That familiar baseline moved through the kitchen as the guitar riff sang through your ears. He was looking at you again, reaching out a hand and smiling. Now it was your turn to shake your head, but you put out both your hands anyway. Scrambled eggs long forgotten, Finn pulled you up and said "Dance with me!"

And how could you possibly refuse?

Neither of you could actually dance, but you didn't care. It was a bit of a tradition at this point, poorly dancing to some record in the kitchen. You moved your linked hands up and down to the beat of the song, spinning and laughing every time Finn sang along, dragging out the syllables of every word like he was singing in some elaborate Elizabethan cursive.

He used your clasped hands to pull you into his chest, moving your hands to his shoulders and his down to your waist. You swayed back and forth to "She Bangs the Drums" as though it were a slow dance. It was not a slow dance.

You made a point of telling him this, leaning into his ear. You could hear your smile in the way you whispered, and it was only when he whispered back a joyous "I could not care less" that you really realized your proximity in that moment. He smelt like your shampoo, and a hint of his cologne. It was subtle, though. A soft underlying cedar, and something that was just Finn. You felt his hands on your waist, gentle but firm as he spun you around. You felt his chin on the top of your head and his sweater on your cheek as you laid your head on his chest.

And there was another moment. A moment where the air was sparkly and the music faded into the background and all of your senses were consumed by Finn. A moment where it was undeniable how far gone you really were for him.

And then you bumped into something and you were back in your kitchen. You felt his hands shift on your waist as he pulled you back into reality. His grip was firmer, now, as he pulled you away from the edge of the table. You heard something clatter to the ground and you couldn't help but laugh at the concern in his voice when he asked if you were okay. You had barely bumped into your dining table, and here he was, desperately making sure you were entirely unharmed.

His hands remained on your waist, but he took a step back so he could see you. His eyes scanned all over your face, starting at your hairline, moving down the bridge of your nose, the curve of your cupid's bow, until they landed back on your eyes. Your eyes searched his face for a moment and then you gingerly removed your hands from his shoulders and looked down at the sleeves of your sweater, giggling and saying something along the lines of "I'm good. I think your place is better for our dancing, though."

"Maybe..." He seemed to trail off, a stark contrast from the eye contact he had been making before. His eyes focused on a spot on the floor, and you studied his facial expression for a second before following his gaze to see what he was looking at. But it was too late. His hands left your waist in favor of picking your sketchbook off of the floor.

Your sketchbook. That you had just knocked off the table. Your sketchbook, which had ever so conveniently fallen in a way that exposed the portrait of Finn you had been working on.

Shit.

You were scrambling to get your sketchbook from his hands, but he held them out of your reach, holding his portrait above his head, leaning back and staring at it with an expression on his face you couldn't quite pinpoint.

The Stone Roses were long forgotten, the music fading into the background as white noise filled you ears.

"I'm so sorry! You probably think I'm so creepy right now." You jumped up, reaching for the book.

"I just, you were there and I wanted to draw someone and you have a really nice face and can you please give that back—" You were still swatting at his hands, nervously babbling and laughing as he began to flip through the pages.

"This is beautiful." He finally spoke. His voice was soft, and he didn't need to look back at you for you to recognize the expression on his face. Admiration. Love.

Love?

"What?"

"I mean, these are actually amazing. You're really talented, Y/N."

He lowered his arms, laying the book open on the table, sitting down to properly look at his portrait. You stood, frozen. Somehow, he had just said the words you had always wished he (or anyone) would say. But that's the thing about wishes, isn't it? They aren't really meant to come true.

But this one did. After shaking your head and willing yourself back into reality, you sat in the chair next to him and folded your hands in your lap.

"Thank you." Your voice came out quieter than you wanted it to. "And I really am sorry."

"Why are you apologizing? I love being your... muse?" That garnered a small breathless laugh out of you, and he finally tore his gaze away from the page to make eye contact. He laid the side of his head on his hand. "You made me way hotter than I am, by the way."

"What? No. I think I depicted the accurate amount of hotness." You leaned over to look at the drawing, scooting your chair even closer to his.

"So you think I'm hot?"

"How very presumptuous of you."

"Uh-huh."

You reached over, closing the book and mimicking his head-on-hand posture.

And there was another moment. Your chairs were so close together that your legs were touching. You felt electricity everywhere your skin made contact. You could hear every breath he took, every exhale. You could smell him and you could watch his brown irises as they toured around your facial features, lingering on your lips for just a second too long.

And you felt heat rise to your face. And a buzzing in your fingertips. And you felt some courage rise to your chest as you filled the silence with your voice.

"I...really like you." You said.

"Yeah, I like you too." The corners of his eyes crinkled up into a soft smile.

"Like, romantically." You half-whispered, just enough for the two of you to hear. A quiet intimacy settled over the room. A quiet filled with words you had said that nobody but Finn would ever hear.

And his eyes trailed back up to meet yours. And the corners of his eyes crinkled up as a smile spread across his face. And there was that look. And that expression. Admiration. Love.

"I like you romantically too." He said. There was a confidence to his soft-spoken voice, like the word "romantically" was a parenthetical. An aside, just for you.

And his gaze flicked to your lips once more. And yours to his. And there was a silence, and then an inhale, and then Finn whispered an almost inaudible "Fuck it" as he used his free hand to cup your jaw and plant a kiss on your lips.

And he pulled away for a moment, scanning your face for any sign of rejection. And he could've looked at you forever and not found it, because there wasn't. There was only love in your eyes. That and the overwhelming desire to kiss him again. So you did.

And his lips were chapped because you had forgotten to chastise him about using the chapstick you had bought him earlier that week. It was a nice one from Burt's Bees, you said, and so he made a point of texting you a photo of himself using it every time he did. And he thought it was annoying, and funny, but for you it was all the reason to love him more. And his hand on your jaw was rough and callused from playing his guitar for hours a day, giving you "free concerts" and playing your favorite Velvet Underground songs whenever you asked. Or didn't ask. And only the ones from their early records because you always said that they had gone downhill since Lou Reed left.

Your hands fiddled with the curls on the back of his neck and you kissed him a little harder. His other hand cupped the back of your head, tilting it just so. You felt euphoric. Like you were floating. And you wished you could have seen yourself right now and painted this moment. Relived it a million times. The air was sparkly and covered in a wash of some rose gold watercolor.

When you finally had to pull back and take a breath, you laughed and rested your head on his shoulder, still messing with the hair on the back of his neck. His hands glided to the back of your head and he took a breath as though he was about to speak. And then he cut that breath short and let out a sharp whisper for only you to hear. And when you told people the story of your first kiss, you always pretended like it was something romantic. Another "I love you," perhaps. But no, this was Finn.

No, he had whispered "Oh shit, my eggs."

And you wouldn't have had it any other way.

[enemyoflactose]

Secret Admirer shrimps for @sesshy380 you remember that Valentine's Day fic I'd said I'd write for you? Well I finally finished it a month later (👉ﾟ⁠ヮﾟ⁠)👉. Sorry if it's lackluster.

Ryuzaki,

I know that this may come off as a surprise, that this may be sudden, but I've been in love with you for years now. It was practically love at first sight, if not for your subpar dueling I would have confessed a long time ago.

I was an idiot for that. I'll admit. Back then I had an ego the size of the sun, and couldn't see past the fact you had more losses than me. I thought that would ruin my reputation. That was a stupid reason. My reputation was already in shambles. If anything, you'd be the one taking the hit.

I've since realized that my reputation didn't matter, and my love for you has never changed. I doubt it ever will. After five years of us being friends I thought my feelings would die down, but they only got stronger.

I want to be with you forever. Be your boyfriend, hell maybe your husband if we last that long. We've been by each other's side for so long, going through the worst shit imaginable, being ostracized, and almost dying all because of my stupidity. You never left me. You always stayed with me.

If you can't figure out who sent this letter, then you're an idiot. Though, that's something that I've always loved about you anyway.

That was the note that Japan's formerly famous duelist, Dinosaur Ryuzaki, had found when he'd come back from a tournament after scoring third place.

He'd never read anything like this. A genuine love confession from someone! It obviously wasn't a prank, he'd gotten his fair share of those, and it was written by someone he was already close to! So it should not only be easy to find the sender, but be easy to form a relationship with!

There was no indication of who could have sent it, no address, no name, no nothing. All he had were the vague clues written in the letter.

His first time reading it, Ryuzaki had no clue who could have sent it. Reading it again and again, he began to notice every little detail in the paper, just not enough to figure out who had sent it.

He needed to know who wrote the letter, and he needed to know now!

He put his shoes back on and ran out of his house. It was currently 5:57 pm, everyone he knew should be home. The first stop, because he was the closest, Espa Roba.

Now, Ryuzaki and Espa weren't actually close enough for every thing in the letter to be not weird. They didn't hang out unless it was a tournament, and they hadn't been in any actual life or death scenarios, but Espa was dramatic and exaggerated everything, so maybe..?

Ok. He didn't make any sense. The note was written way too well for it to be him, and it didn't even mention the universe and the stars once. Not even a “I've always felt like we were star crossed lovers” or something.

Oh well. Maybe he just wanted this note to be special or something, and if he didn't write it he could help find out who did.

It was a win win!

Reaching the fraudulent psychic’s house, Ryuzaki repeatedly knocked on the door several times until loud stomping led to the door being violently flung open, and an annoyed Espa Roba in its wake.

“What do you want from me?!” shrieked the universe's favorite.

Ryuzaki backed up a bit, then held up the love letter.

“Did you send me a letter?”

Espa gave him an annoyed look, “We walked home from the tournament together idiot. HOW COULD I HAVE PUT A LETTER IN YOUR MAIL SLOT?”

Ryuzaki thought about it for a moment. Man. We did walk home together.

He rubbed the back of his head and snickered, “My bad. I guess since you were the last person I was with you were the only one to come to mind.”

Espa Roba looked at the note in Ryuzaki’s hand, and snatched it. “Did you read this more than once? Maybe there are some kind of clues written in it.”

“Well I did read it, and I feel stupid for thinking you wrote it because it was written way too good to be you.” Ryuzaki teased.

“Hey! I'm good at writing! And focus on the actual note! This could be your one chance at love, I'm not gonna let you be alone forever!” Espa looked over the note about eight times, analyzing the entire thing.

“Ya find anything?” Ryuzaki impatiently asked.

“Well, this person clearly loves you,”

“Damn really.”

“And they seem to be close to you…” Espa thought for a second, looked like he was going to say something, then shook his head at the thought. “Ghost maybe?”

Ryuzaki started to giggle maniacally, “Ghost? Isn't he dating someo-'' Espa cut him off.

“Yeah and they need to break up! Anyway it actually probably isn't him, but we should still ask.” Espa reached for his sneakers.

Ryuzaki rolled his eyes, “What about…” he blushed slightly, “Haga?”

“It was not Haga! He couldn't be romantic if it'd save his life!”

Ryuzaki frowned.

When Espa’s shoes were on, they walked down the block to Ghost’s house. Conveniently, he lived on the same street as them.

As the two approached the house, they noticed that Ghost was already outside and talking to someone over the phone. It sounded semi serious, but clearly not serious enough because the second Ghost saw them walk towards him, he told the other person bye and hung up.

“What do guys want?” He sounded a little annoyed.

“Well we-” Ryuzaki was going to explain, but Espa took that opportunity.

“We wanted to know if you knew who wrote Ryuzaki a love letter or could find any clues as to who sent it.”

Espa held out the letter, and with an exasperated sigh, Ghost took it. He didn't even look over the letter for a second before clicking his tongue and saying, “Haga wrote it.”

Ryuzaki and Espa froze, “...What?”

“H-a-g-a w-r-o-t-e i-t.” Ghost made sure to accent each sound just to drive the point in that Ryuzaki… was a dumbass.

Why did he have to listen to Espa Roba? He and Haga have been friends for years, been through hell and back, and Ryuzaki would be lying if he said he wasn't also completely in love with Haga. He could have been on the phone and in a relationship by now if he wasn't such a dunce.

Ryuzaki hung his head down while Ghost gave him back the letter.

“Haga just ranted to me about how scared he was that you wouldn't return his feelings. I suggest you talk to him because everyone except the two of you, and Espa, knew you liked each other.” Ghost gave no words of encouragement, and went back inside.

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Haga wrote the letter. Haga wrote the letter. Ryuzaki was practically in tears. Not just because he was the dumbest moron to ever walk the Earth and should not ever listen to Espa Roba again, but because his best friend was in love with him. Him of all people!

He could barely contain his excitement! Which quickly became a problem because he was having trouble selecting Haga’s number thanks to his trembling. He managed to click it after several attempts, and waited for him to answer. The phone rang twice before Haga finally answered.

“H-hey Ryuzaki… can I help you?” he sounded nervous, but Ryuzaki failed to notice that.

“I'm in love with you!!” he wasted no time shouting. Excitement oozing from his words.

“Eh?! Uhm, er, ok..?” Haga stuttered out, embarrassed and surprised.

Ryuzaki failed to notice that too, “I'm so glad it was you who sent the letter and someone else! I'd be so upset if it ended up being from Espa or Ryota! Thank God Ghost helped me figure out it was you!”

There was a pause on the other side, and then a giggle, “it was so obvious I wrote that letter and you still struggled to tell it was me?”

“Hey! I didn't think you were the type to write angsty love letters!”

“It was not angsty! I poured my heart out in that letter!” He stopped for a second, “I meant every word y'know…” his voice had become soft.

“Yeah, I know. You wanna meet tomorrow? Make this official?”

“Sure-”

“Wait wait wait,” Ryuzaki quickly interrupted, “are you still on the East side? How'd you send the letter without me knowing?”

Haga’s side of the phone went silent, then he answered, “I've been in Domino since last week. I was going to give you the letter at the tournament, but I ended up not participating in that.”

It was now Ryuzaki’s turn to laugh, “You mean this entire ‘me thinking I had a secret admirer’ could've been avoided if you just participated in that budget tournament?”

“Well since you're such an idiot, probably not.”

Ryuzaki giggled and exchanged his final pleasantries before he hung up. He punched his fist up and let out a soft, “Boyfriend acquired!”

[reijixia13]

Treat you better

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Andy Reed x F!Reader x Lee Yau

In where (Y/N) found out that all the dates she's been having with Andy was just a one sided love, And it was to also to waste his Mourn over his rejection he got from Elly.

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(Y/n)'s POV

It has been a great while since I started seeing Andy, I've been busy with alot of work in the Mansion taking care of my Chickens, The weeds, The decorations and even at night I have to slaughter every single monnster that was lurking through our town. It makes me tired yes, But a date with Andy always makes me feel better! So Today, I invited Andy to walk around the Town's Peak at 7:30 tonight it's currently 6:50pm

As I was about to walk past the hospital I always see throughout everyday, I bumped into someone causing their files to scatter.

“Couldn't you get even clumsier?”

The Familar voice of Yau was heard, I sheepishly put a hand in my neck.

“Sorry Lee Yau, I was quite lost in my thoughts. Here let me help you!”

I said, I heard him sigh as we proceed to take all the papers before soem of them can fly away and giving it back to him.

“I- What are you even doing here out late?”

I turn to stare at Lee Yau for a moment, Despite the constant hang out we have here and there his turning out to be nicer than I thought, but his concerns are rarely there.

“Oh, I- uhm-”

Before I could even process to talk, Another Familiar Voice called out but it wasn't me.

I quickly walk around Lee Yau, at the sight of the Town Square into view I didn't know Lee Yau was behind me.

“Ugh- Hey! Wait! Where are you going?”

I didn't even want to reply to his words, As I saw Andy and Elly standing there.

“Why is everyone out late-”

I put a hand over his mouth and quickly hide in the bushes dragging him over, As we are neared, I heard it.

Lee Yau's POV

I was dragged into this not because im worried for (Y/N) but because im worried that she's gonna spend all her money into the hospital for exhausting herself so much to the point she's a regular now.

But right now, I don't know why we are here listening to this conversation.

“Elly, I like you”

Andy's voiced ringed in my ear, I turn to look at her, but her eyes are widening and it gloss with tears.

What?

“El, I like you for the longest time. Im always greatful whenever you pass by my Bar to gift me desserts, im always thankful for being your bestfriend but im selfish to ask us to be more..”

As every word Andy had said to Elly, my eyes were scanning through (Y/n)'s expression. Tears spilling through her cheeks, her hands holding onto the quite sobs she's having. I was about to atleast give her something to wipe her tears off, when we heard Elly talking

“Andy.. How many times had you confess?Are you drunk again? I thought you gave up after dating with (Y/n)? You know how many times you would confess and turn down I could take because before Ella likes you, (Y/n) was there to admire you even we we're kids before her parents left. It was a great opportunity as you two we're the closest people this year after she canceled going to the city.”

“But Elly, the one I had been admiring is you! Everytime I go on a day with (Y/n) it felt like im having you with me”

And that was it, (Y/N) stood up to look at Andy as I stand up beside her looking at Elly.

“You.. Andy you drunken idiot!”

(Y/n) yelled before running down town, I reach out to grab her arm but she has gotten strong as she swiped my hand away with force. I turn to Elly who looked in sorrow, I look at Andy to finally notice that he was standing there looking where (Y/n) has dashed away to.

“Honestly, What's your Problem?”

I started.

“L-Lee Yau..”

Elly was holding both of her hands up to try and calm me down, But no I pushed the files I've been holding to for the last minutes and walk to Andy.

“Can't you see (Y/n) genuinely likes you? Don't you know how many guys had been taking an admirable look to her? Do you know how fucking lucky you are to have her!?”

Andy can only look down, He may look mature and tough but whenever his drunk his reckless. That's one thing for sure.

“Lee Yau, That's enough”

Elly middled, Holding to my arm.

“Elly, What is there to be enough of? Is (Y/n) not enough for him?”

I asked Elly, But I was looking at Andy.

“Listen, Yau I like her as a sister. I've been since we've been friends again”

“If it's a sister you see in her, Then a sister she should be to you. For someone who look mature, I thought your responsible enough.”

I turn around before dashing to the direction where (Y/n) left on to, Hoping its the right place as it's getting late.

3rd POV

Elly was about to call out to Lee Yau, as he had dashed leaving his files to her before looking at Andy with softened expression. She walks to Andy and patting his arm.

“Andy, Is (Y/n) just a sister to you?”

She asked, Andy looked at her before Elly sighed and walk past him.

“Its thought you should think of, Lee Yau is right. Your lucky to have her. I'll be going home, have a great evening.”

As Elly was about to walk away, Andy turn to ask her.

“How long had you known she liked me?”

Elly glanced at him before sighing.

“We we're all kids at the time when she lost her parents, Leaving her in the mayor's care. I guess it was the times she actually look at you, at times you were the only one who could talk her out other than the mayor despite her family's closure with the Lee's ”

And that thought, Had leave Andy's head to a million thoughts while watching Elly get to her house.

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Now, Lee Yau could be wrong but your favorite ppace was always the beach. He remembered your father finding you passed out in the beach and taking you to the hospital to treat your exhausted figure by his father.

As he neared the beach, A large beetle had block his way of view. Indeed he knew of the monsters that likes to lurk in the dark but HE DIDN'T KNOW IT WAS THIS BIG!

Before he or the beetle could react, A hand took grab of him and the other had took out a sword out and slaughtered the beetle.

“That's the last one..”

Lee Yau saw her familiar hair waving around the windy night, the color of her hair brightining the view waving like the ocean. She turn around to look at Lee Yau.

“What are you doing here Yau?”

Lee Yau dusted off his clothes and reposition himself.

"I-"

He actually didn't know, But for the fact that his heart beat is throbbing ever since (Y/N)'s frequent visit to him or to the hospital, His mind dizzy from the thoughts of her but Why did he really follow her here?

"Im afraid you'd do something reckless in the late night."

He said that like he wasn't overthinking things, His a pretty great lier. But why won't his idiotic heart stop beating so fast?! Is this even normal for human beings?

"You shouldn't. "

"Huh?"

That, His feelings, His mind, His heart stopped for a moment as it ache.

"I can take care of myself just fine, ok?!"

Why? Can't this idiot clumsy girl see his just looking out for her?

"Im just looking out for you, How stubborn can you-!"

A sob stopped his sentence, He stared closely to his once best friend before her parents died. It has been a while since he had seen her cry.

Lee Yau had matured early in his days of dreaming to be his Father, To continue his family business.

But it wasn't a great tragedy to lose one of the people he looks up to. (Father/Name) had teach him alot of things mostly on his days of living, the day of the Fire, The day both of the Adults of the only Mansion Manor in Harvest Town, Died in that tragedy. Leaving their only child alone in the dark as the funeral proceeds.

Everyone gave their greets aand condolences, But they would stare at the young girl who carried nothing but a sorrowed expression.

The LeeFamily had went to give their condolence to the quite girl, But she only stared at them. Lee Wah and his wife can only stare at one another before shaking their heads as they tried to push Yau in her view.

"Why don't you accompany (Y/N) for a while?" Lee Wah said to his eldest son, His son holding a book stared at his father and sighed obliged to his quest.

As he watched his parents go with his brother, He stared at the girl infront of her. She's nothing like the girl he'd seen running around the town getting herself in trouble.

"You seem quite."

".."

"Don't you have a tounge to even reply?"

".."

They stared at one another as the girl sighed continued to stare at the ground, Lee Yau had one thought in his head.

'This girl is really helpless'

Thought, His mind still wondered off, Back to (F/N) as he watched he and his father talked about everything and anything, But the most (F/N) reflect was his Daughter. Her energy. His plans to make her future brighter.

But what he left was nothing what he had said oe what he had seen.

"(Y/N), Have some milk."

Lee Yau's thoughts we're cut off as he stared at his friend, Andy.

(Y/N) can only stared at Andy like how he stared at the Lee's.

'Im telling you she's helpless-'

"There you go-! Feeling a little bit better?"

Lee Yau blinked as the (h/c)-ed nodded her head slowly as a small smile makes its way to her face, an unusual fewling came to his stomach as he saw her smile. It was either his happy to actually see her smile or the fact that smile wasn't for him.

For years she watched her grown into a fine lady, Even with the lost of her parents, he watched her grow and grow hard to work only to leave the town..Leave everyone and leave him.

But one day, She shredded those letters of scholarship and started to retrive what her parents had left. She come and go from the mountains, from the edge of the town, the cave and honestly go everywhere to do a living. To receive money from the town people, And to start a new life.

Lee Yau can only sighed as he walked towards the (h/c)-ed girl taking her face to look into his, only to stare at her tears.

"You shouldn't be crying too much. If you're father had seen this day, I would bet he'd make a large issue from your single tear."

Lee Yau gently but also swiftly wipe a tear out of her cheek and smiled at her, (Y/N)'s eyes sparked as Yau kissed her forehead.

"There's nothing to cry, Now that your here and well. If one doesn't deserve you, Then why wouldn't you give it to the other?"

(Y/N)'s PoV

W-wait what?!

Don't tell me-

"It's crazy to think that I liked you for years."

Lee Yau..

"I watched you come and go, and the only thoughts was to smile at him."

He had been thinking that, Did he?

"I would have treat you better, than he did."

..But he was mean-

"I know I had been harshed with my words, But I hope you'd give me a chance to stand right beside you."

Maybe..

"I'll treat you better."

I smile up at him as he stared down at me, I hugged him nodding.

"I'd like to give you a chance, Yau."

I felt him hugged me back, My smile was over the hills as he spinned me around, The wind following by as I giggled.

"Now, Take a rest from killing of huge beetles before you end up being a regular in my family hospital."

I laughed that off, He followed by as he guided me to sit down beside him at the edge of the sand near the waters.

He pulled me close, As I put my head in his shoulder.

"So mr grumpy had been there for years?"

I teased him as he flinched, He turned his head as I stared up at him, giving me a soft glare and with a roll of an eye he scoffed with a smile.

"Yeah yeah you win now"

The night end with only the two of us, A nice late night moment with Lee Yau.

He did promise to treat me better.

ACK IM SCREAMING- THIS TOOK ME TWO DAYS IF I HAD CONTINUED FROM THE VERY START BUT IF NOT IT ACTUALLY TOOK ME TO BE BACK HERE FOR LIKE 2 MONTHS?! PAK SHET THIS😭

Anyways Hope you enjoy-!

Im for sure making more Harvest Town x Reader because I love Andy. And for sure Lee Yau. Also because I can't mary Andy in the game 👺

There will be a part two lmaoooo

[countlessrealities]

I've been mulling over this a lot and I decided to make a list of the headcanons I have for Vaggie's relationship with Adam when she was still an Exorcist.

These fully and mainly apply to Sai's Adam( @creationtainted ) since he's my Vaggie's main, but if any other Adam RPer I end up writing with wants to use some of them, we can talk about it!

Adam hand-picked Vaggie to join his army. He never told her why he had chosen her, but he never regretted it, since she soon became one of his baddest bitches.

Vaggie was, together with Lute, Adam's closest friend. The three of them hung out together often, but she also had plenty of time one-on-one with Adam.

At one point, Adam developed some sort of crush on Vaggie and propositioned her (in his charming way). Of course, she turned him down, hard. They didn't speak for a while after that, because things between them had gotten too awkward. Until one day Vaggie showed up to Adam's lodgings with drinks and snacks and they had an impromptu sleepover. By the end of the night, the air had been completely clear

After that, the sleepovers became a habit for them. Watching movies, gossiping, bitching about whatever has annoyed them recently. Also, talking about girls.

They mostly kept their time together a secret. They didn't actively hide it, but they also didn't advertise it. Vaggie didn't want to make it look like Adam was playing favourites, especially because she knew that Lute would get mad and petty.

In spite of that, the other Exorcists ended up assuming that they were fucking. Adam did nothing to deny it, much to Vaggie's annoyance. Though, she never openly corrected them either. Better for the others to think that they were fuck buddies than to learn how genuinely attached to each other they had become.

Vaggie might or might not have started a few cat fights with Lute because she knew that Adam found them amusing to watch (of course, if asked, she would have denied it even under torture).

Vaggie used to really enjoy Adam's music. At times, she just lied on her stomach on his bed and listened to him playing for hours, singing along here and there. They even composed a few songs together.

After every Extermination, the Exorcist army has a celebration. Vaggie never was a fan of it, but she joined it anyway not to be left out. Drinking definitely helped, but what never failed to get her through was the knowledge that, once the whole affair was over, she and Adam would go for karaoke together.

[unabashegirl]

Different 13 (HS) — preview

Summary: Harry is just like any other college student. He is a senior in Chicago University. He keeps to himself except when he is spending time with his closest friends, Sarah and Mitch. His world revolves around his future career, friends, and family. His quiet and routine driven life takes a turn, one weekend when he meets Y/N Y/L/N. She is way too different from him. She spends most of her days surrounded by people who care for superficial and materialistic things. Her parents are never home, and they think that with money everything can be solved. They are both from different worlds yet something that night clicks and Y/N can never again get him off her mind.

Author's note: Tonight's episode explains a bit more of the background story for Y/N and her close friends. I hope you are entertained and happy reading! 

DISCLAIMER: the following chapter and series is only completed and available on Patreon.

I've decided to offer a FREE 7-DAY TRIAL for my DIFFERENT TIER on PATREON since most of you haven't gotten a chance to really read the plot. Leaving the link and summary down below!!!

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WARNING: the following chapter contains adult subjects like violence and physical and sexual abuse. Please read at your own discretion. 

“I am done” Y/N frowned as she shut her book closed. “My brain is going to explode if I continue” Harry smiled as he caressed her back gently. “Can we go get some dinner or something?” She suggested to everyone.

“Keep talking,” Mitch said as he looked up from his laptop. “I am genuinely starving”.

“Can I go too?” Sarah asked, not wanting to interrupt the plans if it was a couples-only plan and she and Mitch had misinterpreted.

“Obviously” Y/N smiled, “I know this place where they sell tacos and burritos close to campus. Does that sound good?”

“So good” Mitch had already started packing, knowing that if he continued studying nothing would stick and he would just be burning neurons for fun.

“I left my car. is it all right if we walk there? Is not that far” They all nodded and started their journey to the food truck that Y/N had pumped up so much.

Y/N had texted James and Sebastian to meet them after their gym session, so she wasn’t surprised to run into them when they arrived.

“There you are” James smiled as he pulled her into a hug. “How was the library?”

“Good” She smiled and hugged him back.

It all happened so quickly that no one in the group had a chance to react. Y/N hadn’t even been able to introduce her lifelong friends to her boyfriend when Brian walked up with his jaw clenched and his eyebrows frowned.

“Look who is here” He smiled as he noticed Harry. Their hands were intertwined, and Harry carried both of their backpacks. “Why are you here, huh?”.

“Brian. Don’t” Y/N hissed she noticed James moving up front to face him. She was nervous about how everything was going to unfold. The last thing she wanted was for a fight to break out between her friends and boyfriend against Brian.

“So, this is what you are fucking, huh?” He poked Harry’s chest harshly, emphasizing on YOU. Harry didn’t say anything and remained quiet. He had no desire to fight. He was also very serene at alarming times.

“You are a fucking idiot” James chuckled as he stepped in front of Y/N and Harry. His body was tense, and he stood proudly with his head up. James had never been a fan of Brian. They were teammates, but Brian always ran his mouth in the locker room and spoke of whomever he was doing. Brian had obviously spoken about Y/N and had referred to her as easy.

“I wasn’t speaking to you. So, I suggest you shut your mouth and get out of my face” Brian commanded him only reminding him of that night. “Before I shut it for you”.

The comment that brought him back to that night. An image and a night that still haunted him. James had been downstairs enjoying a few drinks, celebrating a victory in beer pong. He had also been the first in the room and to think that he had gone to look for them because of a hunch.

flashback

People danced against one another to the rhythm of the loud music that made the house vibrate. Sebastian walked past James too intoxicated to even notice him. Earlier they had won a football game which coherently had been celebrated with a party, organized by a sorority. They had arrived with Y/N and like every other party she had disappeared with Brian. James yanked Sebastian by the back of his yellow shirt.

“Bro” Sebastian grind, realizing that it was his best friend. “There are so many hot girls” He breathed then leaned in, “Let’s go get some” he whispered and so his breath fanned James’s face. He could smell the alcohol on him from twenty miles away. Sebastian rarely partied as hard, but he had recently broken up with a girl, which had hurt him severely. James laughed and pushed him back lightly, trying to get his breath away from his face.

“You need a fucking mint. Not a girl, man” James joked as Sebastian threw his arm over his shoulders as they looked through the crowd of people. “Have you seen Y/N?” He asked over the loud music.

“Saw her a few hours ago. She was heading upstairs with Brian. Even she is getting some!” James frowned and couldn’t keep his mind from drifting to the stories that people talked of Brian.

“A few hours?” He asked again, but Sebastian was too distracted eyeing some random girl to answer him.

Something grew within James that night...

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[cuntboysupremacy]

4) fave genre 9) fave actors 47) fave tropes

4) Mob movies. I know they're the quintessenial filmbro type of movies and liked by some of the worst people around but I can't help it. I wrote off The Godfather and Goodfellas for YEARS until I was forced to watch The Godfather movies in college for a class and I think it rewired my brain. I watched Goodfellas more recently and had a similar experience. All my life I've been seeing references and rip offs but watching the originals was a totally different experience! The mob movie genre in general is so infamous and its directors pioneered a number of techniques that are used in so many other genres now (Goodfellas was apparently one of the first to use fourth wall breaks for plot exposition) that it's called cliche or bad writing, but the originals had this dynamism to them that I'm still struggling to describe. The closest I can come to it is that they're imbued with this feeling of experimentation that their descendants don't have; the directors who followed their example treated it like rules but the originals were all about breaking rules and finding new ways to tell a story. I'm pretty sure The Godfather pt. 2 is the only time where I've seen such an extended flashback that didn't make the movie worse.

I'm also kind of obsessed with how mob movies have faded into this category of "old movies", like when you think of them, you think of these groundbreaking and extraordinarily famous movies from the 20th century. The last time I heard about a mob movie in the modern day, it was marvel fans clowning on The Irishman bc Martin Scorsese "insulted" their military propaganda faves.

Additionally, when I started reading up on the production of these films, and how they were received in their time, it only deepened my appreciation for the genre. I was genuinely shocked at how many genre-spanning "cliches" or techniques originated from these crime movies. I know I focused on like...the two most famous ones for this answer but if I go on I'm gonna write a ten paragraph essay lmao.

9) full disclosure; I've never had like....a steadfast admiration of any actor. But here goes a shot at some people who I've liked in multiple films and whatever role left the greatest impression on me.

Ian McKellan: Legend, I know, but I think he'll always be my fav for his role in this obscure Sherlock Holmes movie called Mr Holmes about an elderly and regretful Sherlock as he suffers from dementia. I saw it one time when my parents absent mindedly rented it from the video store when I was teenager and it's haunted me ever since. Obviously, Ian McKellan is great in everything but that's what sticks to me.

Nicole Kidman: She's been getting a lot of love for The Northman (which was a good movie and she was good in it) but I'll always remember her for her role as Celeste in Little Big Lies (if you haven't seen it, go and see it now it's so great). It's one of the best portrayals of an abuse victim that I've ever seen and while the writing is great, it's her performance that sells the audience on Celeste being both human and a victim. She also plays really well off Meryl Streep's evil grandma character.

Bowen Yang/Vanessa Bayer: I'm grouping these two bc I've primarily seen them on SNL (guilty pleasure of mine) and they both deserve better as comedic performers. I know Vanessa has gotten some better opportunities in the last couple years but I'm looking forward to when Bowen leaves the show for bigger things bc he's fucking hilarious.

John Noble: he's just so intense. His role as Denethor was pitch perfect casting and he played it all out! I really don't think anyone else (besides maybe like Willem Dafoe) could have pulled off Denethor's unique insane worldview and fucked up relationship with his sons. Every time he's on screen, absolutely capivating (honorable mention his role on Fringe was similarly well done).

Keke Palmer: Criminally underrated, every project I've ever seen her in, she's knocked it out of the park. I'm so excited to see NOPE this summer and hope it propels her to more mainstream projects. Her favorite performance of mine was when she was on Scream Queens. Everyone loves to give Emma Roberts her flowers for that show, but Keke Palmer was acting circles around that other white girl who was the lead in season one and then became the main character for season two. Excellent performances in both seasons, and that show absolutely should have been renewed for a third.

47) ngl this gave me psychic damage bc i started thinking about fanfiction tropes lmao. I also don't really think about plot devices as tropes tbh.

But being real for a second, I'd have to say that my favorite trope is probably the fake relationship one. I've seen it done well and I've seen it done badly, but imo when it's good its really funny and it makes me laugh.

I suppose found family is also a trope and I do like it a lot, but I don't really think of it as a trope? like, for my money, any story with a bunch of unrelated characters going through the plot together is going to feel closer by the end of the story if the story is written well, yknow? a group of characters all going on a journey and then just like saying bye like it's the end of some mandatory group activity is weird to me and I probably won't like the story lmao. So found family is not so much a plot device as it is the natural conclusion to a lot of characters' development in relation to each other.

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How You Get The Girl.

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Reader

Summary: Based on Taylor Swift's "How You Get The Girl' off of her album 1989. I kind of left the ending open, so if you guys would like to see a part two then let me know!

Warnings: Language, Injuries (But nothing graphic because ew)

Word Count: 2.2k

A/N: Just got a new laptop and I've had this idea in my notes for a while. This song just screams Bruce Wayne IMO! Thanks, @verafic for beta reading!

It had been six months. SIX WHOLE MONTHS since you'd seen your boyfriend... Well, now ex-boyfriend. You had met Bruce while working at his company, Wayne Industries. At first, it had been a little strange. Every time you'd walk into a meeting or visit Bruce you could feel the whispers going off behind you. After all, you were dating the CEO of the company!

Many rumors had gotten around when you two first started seeing each other. One of your personal favorites was "She's only sleeping with him in hopes that he'll promote her,"... Or another funny one was "She's only warming his bed at night. Bruce Wayne never has a serious girlfriend,"

At first, it hurt hearing all of those things. You'd approached Bruce a few times about it, only because you lacked so much confidence after hearing it so often. But every time Bruce made sure that was not the case. Plus, it wasn't that you doubted his loyalty to you, everything just faltered when even your closest friends brought up the fact that your sweet, handsome Bruce was just a playboy and you were his toy.

You and Bruce had dated 10 months when one day he broke up with you. He claimed that it wasn't working out anymore. You not only felt shocked and betrayed, but you were devastated. It had ended so abruptly. Everything in the relationship was genuinely going great. Sure, you guys rarely ever fought, but you took that as a good sign. He was very attentive and was always a gentleman. Plus, the sex was amazing!

Even months after the breakup you were still suffering. You were very lonely, work was still a nightmare, and to top it all off you hadn't managed to move on from Bruce like you should have done. Even when you briefly saw him perusing around the office or attending meetings with your division, you couldn't help but glance - okay, stare - at him. After all, he was very handsome. The entire world knew that, but it sucked to know that he still had some effect on you.

The biggest problem you faced was co-workers asking you about your relationship with Bruce. Everyone from interns to Mr. Wayne's secretary questioned you about your relationship with him. You brushed it off - for the most part. You made sure to keep it together at work and continue with your assignments, but everyone has their breaking point, and for you, that was today. You were trying to fend off one of the new interns, Milly. She approached you at the break room copier when no one was around.

Great. You thought to yourself.

"So, I'm only three days into my internship and I found out who was sleeping with the boss. What shitty excuse made him break up with you? Were you not willing to put out for him anymore?"

Instead of ignoring it - like you should have done - you held back your tears and politely walked out of the break room straight to your manager's office, asking her if you could take the rest of the day off. After explaining what happened with Milly, she agreed and sent you home.

***

After unlocking the door to your apartment you opened it and immediately threw your stuff down, closed the door, and started crying. You grabbed the blanket that was thrown on the back of your couch. You turned on the TV and switched it to your favorite movie. Without even realizing it, you had fallen asleep.

A few hours later, you woke up. The TV was still on, shining brighter than ever for your sensitive eyes. As you were getting up, you looked out the window to see the hard rain falling in the street lights outside. How late is it? You slowly got off the couch to find and check your phone for any missed calls. None. What were you expecting there to be? A message from Bruce perhaps, apologizing and asking if he can come over and cheer you up. In your dreams. After seeing that there were zero notifications, you looked at the time. It was 1:27. Yeah, you were not going to be going back to sleep.

Well, time to clean up the apartment until it's time to get ready for work again. You'll worry about your fixing your shitty sleep schedule later.

You started by tidying up your living, breakfast area, and kitchen before sweeping. When you finished with that you went down the hallway where your cleaning supplies are located, but before you could open the door you heard a knocking on your window. You stopped what you were doing just to make sure it was indeed a knock and not a car or other noise. In all the months that you lived in this apartment, no one had ever tried to break in or mess with your things. You felt relatively safe here. Maybe it was just one of your neighbors climbing down the fire escape at 1 in the morning...

Probably the last thing you should be doing is walking towards the knocking sounds. But, you only live once, right? Upon entering the living area you see something in your window. You don't know if whatever it is has spotted you yet because it's still knocking, only this knocking sounds harder and faster, almost like it's an emergency.

You walk closer, the knocking has stopped. It's seen you now. Oh. It can't be. The shadowy figure is... Batman? Why the hell would Batman be knocking on your apartment window right now? Shit, he looks injured.

You slowly unlock the window and open it up while he's looking at you through his cowl. There's something familiar about the look he's giving me. When I get the window opened up enough for him to come, inside he crawls right in. So much for attempting to clean my apartment... The floors are now wet because of the huge man in my apartment.

As soon as he makes it through the window he limps over to you, trying to place his weight on the window rather than you. He doesn't talk, neither do you. You were about to ask if he is okay when he reaches up and pulls his cowl off, revealing the man who you broke your heart months ago. You can tell by the bags under his eyes that he is exhausted. He looks cold too, even for a man of his build.

"Bruce? What the Hell!" you say, visibly shocked. Taking a sharp intake of breath you continue, "This has to be a joke. O- or a dream." you step away from him, still not believing this is real life.

He sighs and gently grabs your shoulder before you walk away. "This is not the way I wanted to tell you. Trust me."

You turn to face him. "Are you insane?" before he can answer you pipe up "No, don't answer that question. Oh my God, you're bleeding,"

He reaches a hand to your cheek, knowing that this used to calm you down. Instead, you just shooed it away, still breathing heavy. "Shit, shit, shit. We need to get you help... I think I have a first aid kit in my bathroom," you signal for him to put some of his weight on you so that you can move this - whatever it is - to your bathroom.

On your way there your mind flooded back to a moment ago when he reached his hand out to your cheek. Even with his gloves on it still was soft, just like- Snap out of it!

You opened the door to the bathroom and sat him down on the toilet. You opened the cabinet under the seat and searched for your first-aid kit. Once you found it you looked to Bruce, seeing that he was already looking at you. Your cheeks turned a dark red. This was bad, but you didn't have time to focus on your feelings right now. Bruce was injured!

Instead of reaching up to kiss him, you simply sat the supplies on the counter and started to cut off the parts of the suit where he was bleeding through. You were so focused on trying to path his wound, that you didn't hear him talking to you.

"It's been a long six months without you, Y/N," he said gently. You stopped what you were doing and looked at him. You didn't realize how close you two were in this tiny bathroom. You could feel his breath on your face.

"I don't believe that you are aware of the true reason I ended things with you. I- Shit." he cursed. "I couldn't tell you about this," he motioned to himself in the suit. "I didn't want you to be in danger so I told you that it wasn't working out, but the truth is..." he took a deep breath, holding eye contact with you. "I'm still in love with you."

You were speechless. This was what you had wanted, right? Well, not exactly like this, but you had wanted Bruce to take you back. After enough silence, Bruce attributed your lack of words to you being freaked out again.

"I want you Y/N. No one else. And I am willing to wait forever to have you back. I know I broke your heart but if you give me a chance, I will show you that I can mend it back toge-"

You interrupted him. "Bruce, I still love you too. God, I never stopped loving you either but-"His sharp intake of breath sent you back to reality. Forget the love declarations, I need to make sure he stays alive.

You got back to work cleaning his wounds. When you were finished with it all, you ran to your room and grabbed some of the clothes he left at your house forever ago. You went back to the bathroom and told him to put it on the old clothes. While he was doing that, you would get your bedroom situated and allow him to rest on your bed.

He opened the bathroom door and limped across the hall to your room. He shot you a small smile.

"Hey, I was just changing the sheets for you in case you wanted to rest in here until you can get home." You watched him direct his gaze to your bedside table where you still had a frame of you both from your vacation to Paris together. You had taken that selfie while on the Eiffel Tower at sunset, he was kissing you on the cheek. Oh God, he thought you were crazy.

"You still have that picture." It wasn't a question, nor was it laced with any sarcasm or harm. It was almost like he was in awe.

"Well, it was a pleasant memory for me, plus I- I've been too busy to change it," you admit. You walked over to him and helped him lay on your bed. "Do you need anything? I think I have some water and maybe Advil in the kitch-"

He shook his head. "No, but thank you. You're too kind." You blushed and started to walk to the living room but he caught your hand. "I never finished telling you what I needed to Y/N. I nearly lost my mind while you were gone, I need you back in my life,"

Once again, he'd left you speechless with his admission. This would be the second time this evening. You looked into his eyes and tried to find any signs of a lie. When, indeed, what he was saying was 100% true.

"I want you back to Bruce, but I can't have you running away when times get tough. I love you and I trust you. I am not going to leave your side. I never wanted to break up, I wanted this" you pointed your fingers between you both. "Well, I should get to cleaning up the mess you made. You need to get some rest," You combed his hair back with your fingers. "I'll go and call Alfred,"

***

Well, you had fallen asleep on the couch after successfully cleaning up not only your apartment but Bruce's wounds as well. You surprisingly did not wake up late for work, but you noticed that by the time you woke up and went to check on Bruce in your room, he had left. It looked as though he hadn't even been there in the first place.

You would have thought it was all a wild dream if it wasn't for the note he left on your nightstand, right beside the picture of you and him from France. It read:

Thank you again for last night. After work there will be a car waiting for you, it will take you to The Manor. Please join me for dinner, cooked by Alfred of course.

-B.W xx

And that was how Bruce Wayne got his girl back.

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Wanda Maximoff ~ Fake It Till You Make It

Wanda version of this fic as requested by @yeetus-thyself

7.7k words

Warnings: shitty family and homophobia

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"Pleeaasse, Wan" You pouted once again. You had been begging Wanda for the favour for an hour now; her stubborness was proving hard to overcome.

"I'm busy." Wanda said, her accent strong as she walked around her appartment to collect things for her next mission.

"But will you be busy on the 10th?" You asked from the couch where you watched her disappear into various rooms as she talked.

"I thought you said it was a few days." Wanda quipped, seemingly only giving you half her attention.

"It is." You confirmed with some hope.

"So I'd need to clear my schedule for more than just the 10th." You huffed and rested your head on the back of couch.

"Yes you would. I'm sure Natasha can manage without you for a few days."

"I wouldn't be too sure about that." She muttered.

"Please, Wan." You tried. "I need a win." Wanda stopped by the kitchen counter and gave you a long, considering look. You had long given up on your puppy dog eyes and instead copied her expression as you chewed on your bottom lip.

"I'll think about it." Wanda finally said before grabbing something from the cupboard. It was the best response you had gotten all night and you knew you wouldn't get anything more. So you accepted it and hoped for the best.

Your parents had invited you to their cabin for a few days just like they did every year. It was a beautiful place. You could spend your whole visit in the forest along the back. Or swimming in the clear lake that was a short walk away. The cabin itself was the cosiest place you had ever been and had been where some of your best memories had happened as a kid.

As you got older things changed. Being around your family, especially your parents, wasn't as enjoyable. They had high expectations for their children, expectations that your siblings had met without a problem but ones that you had struggled with. You enjoyed your life. You had the kind of relationships you had always hoped for, you loved your job and you had the perfect balance of the two. But you could never shake the feeling that you had failed.

Your brother was a surgeon who always told you all stories of the lives he saved and the close calls he had swooped in to save people from. One of your sisters was some hot shot lawyer who had done great things like help people wrongly convicted but still put dangerous people back on the street. And your other sister was the CEO of an energy company that you never quite understood. They even all had equally successful partners who loved to talk about themselves as much as your siblings did. You didn't have any of that. But you did have Wanda.

Knowing the Avengers was the only thing about you your family took interest in. They were always subtly hinting at wanting to meet your friends. But you knew the Avengers had to endure enough fan service and didn't want to push your family onto them, especially with how annoying they all were.

However as your family's unrealistic expectations reached their all time high you were sure you wouldn't be able to handle another trip with them without a win, and you were far too petty to take the moral high ground and just not go. Not to mention that was a huge part of you that was dying to see what the Wanda girlfriend experience would entail. Yep, that was what you were asking of Wanda. To pretend to be your partner for the duration of the trip.

You knew it wasn't a smart choice. That if Wanda agreed your crush on her could get out of hand. You knew you would end up getting too caught up in the act. You could have, no - should have - asked Natasha or Yelena or even Carol if she was around. But your family knew you were the closest with Wanda and she would be the one it felt the most natural with, and the most believable. At least, that was what you told Wanda.

"When are you going?" You asked, changing the subject in hopes that Wanda wouldn't suddenly conclude she didn't want to do it (then you really would have to ask one of the others).

"Tomorrow." She answered, keeping her focused tone.

"When will you be back?" You attempted to keep the concern out of your voice but the glance the redhead gave you told you you hadn't done a good job.

"The day after." She said, softer this time. You nodded as you looked down at your lap and tried not to think about everything that could possibly go wrong on her mission.

"Be safe." Wanda strolled over to you and placed her hand gently ontop of yours and gave it a quick squeeze.

"Always."

*

"Got any plans Saturday night?" Natasha smirked knowingly at her friend as they preped for their mission.

"No." Wanda replied as she adjusted her earpiece.

"Nothing with y/n then?" Nat asked, partly genuinely but mostly knowing Wanda would still say no.

"Nope." She said again, biting the inside of her cheek in consideration before speaking again. "Not this Saturday."

Natasha raised an eyebrow in surprise and interest. Wanda rarely made any kind of special plans with you as you would always hang out casual and it was never anything fancy or different. She had always wanted to though.

"Plans for another time?" Nat continued as she double checked her pack.

"Maybe, I'm still thinking about it." The redhead turned fully to her friend at her words, confused at why Wanda was hesitant to spend time with you. "She wants me to go to the cabin with her and her family." Nat had heard all about the infamous cabin and your family.

"That sounds fun." Nat nodded. The cabin sounded fun. Your family did not.

"As her girlfriend." Nat's eyes widened excitedly but before she could speak Wanda clarified. "Her pretend girlfriend."

Nat paused and looked as though she was going to speak for several seconds until she stuck to just giving a confused look.

"Yeah." Wanda sighed. "Thinks it would seem impressive." Wanda had tried not to be hurt over that. She knew you weren't just friends with her to show her off to people, because you never did. But it hurt her to think the only time you could see her in a romantic way was when you were pretending.

"Well," Nat muttered as she adjusted the zip along the front of her catsuit. "Fake it till you make it." It was Wanda's turn to give Nat a questioning look. "Maybe it'll be an eye opener for her."

"You think I should do it?" She asked, fully open to hearing and accepting her friend and mentor's advice in that area.

"Definelty." Nat confirmed. She wasn't sure about it for the reasons she said though. Wanda's crush on you was obvious to everyone except you, just as it was vice versa.

*

You had been overjoyed when Wanda told you she would come with you to the cabin and play along as your girlfriend. She had told you when she came back from her mission, in fact it was the first thing she said after she had let herself into your appartment. It was never really brought up after that, but you couldn't deny you were incredibly anxious on the week leading up to the visit.

On the drive up to the cabin you and Wanda stayed in a comfortable silence most of the time, clearly both lost in thought. You had the radio on for background noise more than anything else, but you would occasionally lightly tap the steering wheel if there was a tune you recognised, oblivious to Wanda's acknowledging smiles.

"So what's the plan?" Wanda asked as she looked at you expectantly. Right, of course the Avenger wanted a strategy.

"Keep things simple, I guess. They know how we met already so we can just say at some point we took things a step further than friendship." Wanda didn't seem convinced at the simplicity of that. "Look they're not going to want to hear about us, not much at least. They prefer the sound of their own voices, they'll be trying to impress you is all."

"Impress me?" Wanda asked.

"Yeah, hope you warm up to them so one day they can invite you to their snobby parties." Wanda chuckled her heart warming laugh as she glanced out of the window, knowing there was a lot of truth to what you said.

"And what are those like?" She enquired curiously.

"I wouldn't know, I've never been invited." You said simply. You had gotten over that a long time ago, gotten used to being forgotten. Wanda clearly hadn't though.

"It will be an honour to turn them down." Wanda said. You shook your head and smiled at her. That did sound pretty nice.

When the cabin came into sight between the trees your nerves spiked. You figited in your seat and bit your lip when you saw some of your family gathered outside, their attention instantly on you. You shot Wanda a quick smile which she returned before you got out of the car.

"Y/n! So nice of you to come." You mum said as her eyes flickered to Wanda more than you. She opened her arms for the shortiest hug in human history before turning to Wanda. "You must be Wanda, we've heard so much." You mum insisted as she brought the redhead in for a hug too. She raised her eyebrows at you over your mum's shoulder and you bite back a laugh.

The others came over to greet you and mainly Wanda in a rush, overwhelming both of you.

"You two will be in the upstairs bedroom on the left." Your mum told you as you went to grab your bags. You did a double take, convinced you had heard her wrong. That was the best room in the house. A big difference from being in the small room in the basement every other time you had been there.

"First one on the left." Your dad confirmed. There was no way your parents were going to be in the basement so you wondered who else had been moved around but didn't ask, knowing whoever it was wasn't going to be happy.

You and Wanda made your way up to the room and you couldn't help but smile at the sight of the spacious room and the door you knew led to your en suite.

"That was...a lot." Wanda summarised as she said her bag under the bed.

"I would tell you it gets better but I don't want to get your hopes up." You sighed as you got a couple of things out.

"It's just a few days." Wanda said despite the fact you should have been assuring her.

"Yeah." You nodded and stared down at the floor. "Now c'mon." You suddenly said as you took ahold of Wanda's hand and laced your fingers together. You missed the startled blush that crept onto her cheeks when you turned around.

Your family were sat outside whispering amongst themselves when you returned. Their interested gaze fell to your entwined hands in an instant.

"So you work with the Avengers?" Your brother, Dalton, said as soon as you both sat down.

"I do, I'm one myself." Wanda said as she continued to hold onto your hand.

"Must be crazy, what are they like?" He enquired.

"They're good." Wanda said simply. Everyone clearly expected something more but Wanda pretended not to notice making you smile.

"I almost did business with Stark once, decided against it in the end." Claire announced proudly. You and Wanda exchanged knowing glances. Stark had told you all about his encounter with your sister, it definetly wasn't her turning him down.

"I was invited to one of his parties." Anna said quickly. "I was busy that night unfortunately."

Bull. Shit.

"Yes I remember working with Doctor Strange when he was still in the medical profession." You gave Wanda an I-told-you-so look as your family erupted into conversation over who had the most contact with the heroes. That had to be a new record of how quickly they started talking about themselves.

They continued like that until your mum called everyone in for dinner. The food smelt undeniably amazing as you took your place at the table next to Wanda and eyed the dishes infront of you. Your parents efforts to impress the redhead weren't all that bad.

Your family continued to catch up and and you and Wanda half listened as you ate. They were all doing as well for themselves as ever and still hadn't learnt any modesty.

Although you were proud of your siblings for what they had all achieved, Wanda had contained four potentially devastating bombs from going off in the space of half an hour a week before but she wasn't going to bring that up anytime soon. Eventually though, the attention turned to you to bring you out of your silence.

"And you're still working in that little café, y/n?" Your mum asked curiously.

"I own it, mum." You corrected quietly as you stabbed some pieces on your plate.

"Ah yes, quite the contrast though, isn't it. Between you two." She said as she pointed at you and Wanda with her fork. You didn't say anything to that because you felt there really wasn't anything to say in response. It wasn't like you hadn't thought that exact thing every now and then.

"The team loves it." Wanda said suddenly making everyone, including you, look at her in slight surprise from speaking up. It hadn't taken your family long to learn Wabda wasn't much of a talker, not to them anyway. You couldn't get her to shut up half the time. "At least one of us goes everyday. If we're lucky we all can. Nothing beats it." She defended simply before turning back to her food to show she wasn't going to say anymore. You smiled down at your plate at her words and the truth of them.

No one said anything in response, clearly shocked from this new information until Dalton spoke up.

"But doesn't Stark like fancy, top of the line, restaurants? I can't imagine him in some random coffee shop, no offence sis." He nodded towards you though you knew he didn't mean it. He couldn't let you have just one win.

"That random coffee shop has catered some of Stark's parties. Not that many though." A smug smile crept onto Dalton's face as he opened his mouth to make a snarky remark but Wanda cut him down again. "Because y/n's invited to the rest as a guest and a close friend." Your family stared at you with open mouths.

"You've been invited to Stark's parties?!" Anna exclaimed. In your defence, your family never wanted to hear about your life so you never got the chance to tell them anything.

"It's not really my crowd." You shrugged. "I just go to hang out with them after." Dalton's jaw clenched in annoyance and he didn't say anything for the rest of dinner. It was only really your mum who kept talking. Telling everyone about her latest travels that fell on death ears.

It was certainly a first for your family.

When everyone had finished their food you and Wanda excused yourselves and said goodnight before retiring to your room. Wanda shut the door gently as you collapsed onto the bed on your back and glared at the ceiling. The redhead shuffled around quietly to get her toothbrush and toothpaste and some other things you weren't really paying attention to and went into the bathroom.

When she came back out she was in her bedclothes and lifted your feet off the floor to turn you so you could fully lay on the bed. You smiled at her weakly.

"You should go get changed." Wanda said as she got her laptop out her bag. "Then you can pick a movie." She announced when she had gotten under the covers and started her laptop. You smiled more and nodded.

You tried not to think about your family and everything they had said at dinner as you got changed but it proved difficult. Everything they had said echoed around in your head but most of all you couldn't shake the disregarding ways they said it. It was as though you could do no right with them. Maybe they would never be proud no matter what you did.

You placed your toothbrush back I'm the holder and rinsed your mouth before heading back into the bedroom to an awaiting Wanda.

You got under the covers next to her and rested your head on her shoulder as you glanced at the Netflix screen and pointed to one of the comedy movies.

About ten minutes into the movie Wanda spoke. "You okay?" She whispered as she continued to look at the screen although that wasn't where her focus was.

"Yeah." You whispered back.

"You can talk to me." She said after a second." You moved your head away so you could see Wanda clearly.

"I'm so glad you're here." You said honestly. She smiled and nodded as her eyes searched yours.

"I'm glad I'm here too." You knew Wanda wasn't glad she had to spend the time with your family. She was glad that she could support you despite their efforts to bring you down. You were incredibly lucky to have her.

You rested your head back on her shoulder and neither of you spoke for the rest of the movie. Or the rest of the night. You must have fallen asleep about half an hour in.

*

Wanda was one of the most intimate people you had ever met. It was mainly something she aimed towards you and Natasha but didn't refrain from comforting others and giving hugs to anyone who would take one. She never held back at all with you, as far as you knew. But when you woke up and couldn't tell where your limbs started and Wanda's ended, you were still surprised to find yourselves like that. Butterflies flew around in your stomach in a way you knew was dangerous but couldn't help but love.

You were resting your head on her rising chest and had your arm slung across her stomach. Your legs were tangled together and her arms were holding onto your waist. A warmth spread through you and you decided to settle back into her hold and closed your eyes with a content smile.

You had about ten minutes to enjoy that before Wanda woke up. You could feel the moment she realized you were so close, she physically froze. You waited in anticipation for something for several moments until your friend very slowly unhooked her legs and guided your body to lay against the mattress and pillows as she slipped out of bed towards the bathroom.

You sighed when you heard the door close and rubbed your eyes slowly, knowing you should get up but wishing more than anything that you could return to how you woke up.

"Morning." Wanda croaked when she left the bathroom and saw you sitting up in bed.

"Morning." You said back with a smile and tried not to focus on how ridiculously attractive her voice sounded.

You gathered some random clothes into a bundle and went into the bathroom to change again and brush your teeth. When you came out Wanda was pulling her shirt over her head and gave you a generous view of her toned stomach. That training with Natasha really was paying off. Your face heated up when you saw it and you turned away to pretend you hadn't seen when Wanda noticed you.

"Don't make a sound." Wanda warned. You glanced up at her with some confusion. "I don't think your family's awake yet, that means we get the kitchen to ourselves." She grinned and you did too.

You and Wanda had gotten so used to getting up early for your jobs you forgot other people would still be sleeping. It was hard to break out of the habit but it proved useful.

The pair of you made a quick breakfast and ate it outside thanks to the warm weather even at that time. But soon enough your parents came downstairs and ruined the peaceful atmosphere with the clanging of pots and loud convosations.

You wandered around the side of the house and saw the old table tennis table that bad been folded away years ago and hadn't been set up since. You went over and started setting it up when Wanda joined you and eyed the table with a glimmer of mischief.

The redhead wasn't all that competitive, in fact you were pretty sure she let other people win games on the regular to make them feel better about themselves. But there was an undeniable spark of mischief in her eyes when she saw the table.

"You played this before?" You asked convosationally.

"I have." She said as you both automatically took up your positions of opposite ends of the table.

"Me too." You said confidently. "A lot." Wanda hummed in acknowledgment and swivelled her bat in her hand and stood ready. You smiled at her seriousness for the game.

You served surprisingly well for someone who hadn't played in a few years and Wanda was able to hit it back with ease. Once you had developed a steady pace you started hitting the ball more daringly to Wanda who was caught off guard before she started doing the same.

The moment you missed the ball a small smile tugged at the corner of Wanda's lips, her celebration was short lived when you suddenly sent the ball back her way until it was too late.

"That wasn't fair!" She exclaimed childishly.

"That was tables tennis." You said seriously but started smiling again.

Wanda huffed dramatically and flipped you off as she trudged back to the table and served the ball with force. You managed to send it back but took a step away from the table in caution.

You continued like that for a while. The competition tension rising as you picked up the pace, one of you occasionally getting a point before the other evened it out.

At one point you were vaguely aware of Dalton sauntering over to see what you were doing and arched his brow at the sight of the table.

"We still have this thing?" He questioned and you hummed quietly in response, too focused on the game.

"Hey Claire! Get over here, we're playing table tennis." You rolled your eyes at the intrusive and could sense Wanda refraining from doing the same until an idea popped into your head.

You caught the ball in your hand and smiled at Wanda's protests as you moved round to her side of the table just as your sister came out.

"I didn't even know we still had this." Claire laughed as she picked up another bat from the box.

"Maybe we should take it back with us." Wanda whispered to you and you bit your lip to contain your smile because yes, yes you should.

Inevitably, your siblings sucked at table tennis. You had suspected as much you just never thought they would be as bad as they were. They missed almost every hit and everytime they did they got increasingly angry, which meant they ended up flaring their arms around like idiots. It was a memory you would be sure to treasure.

"Stupid game" and "probably broken" kept echoing across the table until your siblings finally stormed off to throw a tantrum.

The rest of the day went by quietly. You and Wanda sat by the lake for most of the afternoon to enjoy the sun and heat. You reveled in the most recent memories of your siblings embarrassment and had to keep hushing down to childish whispered whenever one of them was nearby.

Surprisingly, dinner went by peacefully too.

You weren't asked anymore questions at the table. Instead, your family were content with talking about their upcoming plans between stealing glances at you and Wanda that the redhead never failed to notice.

The pair of you slipped off to your room the first moment you got and easily fell into bed besides one another. Wanda picked out a DVD from her bag of an old Sokovian show she used to watch as a child and had you hooked on as well as teaching you the language.

She settled down beside you and within the first few scenes she wrapped an arm around your shoulder so you could sink into her further like she did sometimes when you watched things together. You were barely paying attention to the series after that.

Despite trying to keep your focus on understanding what was happening in scenes of the show, you couldn't help but want to melt under the warmth of your best friend. You hoped it was something you got to experience more, you felt safer than you ever had in Wanda's arms.

Little did you know that having you in her arms was the most comforting feeling Wanda ever experienced and she always tried to do it as little as possible to refrain from falling for you more. It never worked.

*

You had thought waking up in Wanda's arms the morning before had been the best thing to awake to. But that day when you woke up not only were your legs tangled together again but the redhead was slowly stroking your hair while your head rested on her chest.

It was a gradual gesture that maintained a perfect rhythm and made you want to fall back asleep. But you were afraid you would mistake it for a dream later on. No, it was definitely real.

Luckily, your head was already tilted upwards slightly so when you secretly opened your eyes to risk a peek at your friend you saw her staring out the window as though she was in a trance. She was clearly so deep in thought she hadn't noticed you wake up, you had never seen her like it. But the feeling was too good to ignore, too compelling.

Soon enough, you found yourself drifting off back to sleep.

*

When you woke up again Wanda was gone. Her absence left an emptiness you knew wasn't good for you. As the days of your visit went on your fake relationship with Wanda was going to effect you even more when it was over.

Over...you couldn't think about that.

Once you got up and got changed you found Wanda in the kitchen looking at the news on her phone as she sipped her coffee.

"Morning, honey." You grinned. Wanda blushed slightly into her coffee, something you thought was undeniably adorable.

"Morning yourself." She tried to play off smoothly making you grin more.

You made breakfast for you both just as your mum came into the kitchen and greeted you both with an overplayed smile, already talking to Wanda about an upcoming party that she should go to. Wanda mumbled something about a busy schedule as you managed to whisp her away outside with your food.

Eventually, you and Wanda became bored with sitting around in the house when you had such amazing surroundings on your doorstep. You declared that you were going on a walk with the redhead and left before any of your family could invite themselves to go with you. Especially as you had told your friend to wear her swimwear underneath her clothing as you had a surprise for her.

You made a point of holding Wanda's hand as you left and once you were far away from the house went to take it back only for her to hold on tighter.

"You never know where they could be lurking." She joked as an excuse, so you starting swinging your arms playfully as to assure her you wanted your hands to stay linked together too.

You spent hours in those woods and was thankful for having a spy best friend who of course knew to pack the essentials like food and drinks so you could stay away from the house as long as you wanted.

The redhead brought so much you were able to have a small picnic on top of a hill that overlooked the large lake that stretched out all the way back to the house. You remembered thinking up stories as to explain the strange shape and curves to it as a child.

"It's beautiful here." Wanda said as she picked some grapes from the bunch between you.

"It is." You agreed with a fond smile.

"I used to want to live in a place like this." She muttered, sparking your interest.

"In the woods?" You asked curiously and she nodded.

"I thought I could retire to the woods and get a small cabin and I could grow my own food and that was all I needed." You hummed with a smile as you studied Wanda's features.

"Sounds lonely." You thought aloud.

"I'd have a cat." She said simply making you laugh. "I never used to think that but now when it crosses my mind and I picture that life... I picture someone else there with me." You knew she was imagining it as she spoke and you wished you could see exactly what it was she wanted.

"We could always downgrade the holiday house." You half joked as you nodded in the vague direction of the house. "Make it a simple cabin."

"We?" Wanda asked hopefully, the emotion clear before she had a chance to conceal it.

"There's no one I'd rather run away and live in the forest with." You joked although there was a lot of truth to your words. The redhead considered you for a while before smiling and nodded as though she had reached her own internal conclusion.

"Come on." You said suddenly as you stood up and dusted yourself off.

"You want to go back?" Wanda asked and you grinned.

"I'm going to show you that surprise." You declared and packed the remaining food away. Wanda did the same, eager to see the surprise you kept secret the whole way.

It was quite a way back to the house. The whole time Wanda kept asking more questions about it but you wouldn't say. She could only make guesses based on the swim wear which should have left only a few options, non of which she got right.

Finally, you arrived where you wanted to and grinned at Wabda before starting towards the edge. The redhead frowned as she watched you approach the ledge and became worried when she invisioned the steep slope that didn't always lead to water straight down. If you were to fall... your friend didn't have to wait long to see that. You slipped along the edge and disappeared from her view as she gave a startled cry and sprinted towards the edge and knelt over with wide eyes, expecting to see something that could haunt her forever but instead she saw you on a wide ledge but seven feet below her.

To your left was part of the ledge that had been dug into randomly and acted as perfect aid to get back into the woods above.

"Come down here." You beckoned as you starter to take your top off. Wanda's eyes widened more and quickly turned around and dropped down next to you steadily.

She glanced over the side of the small ledge to glance at the fifty foot drop into the water. There was nothing in the way to fall onto but there was no telling how deep that water was.

"You can't go in like that." You laughed as you kicked off your shorts and pushed them to the side.

Wanda's face heated up at the sight of you in your y/f/c bikini as you assessed the view. But even in her flustered state she was able to put it all together.

"You want to jump down there?" She exclaimed making you laugh.

"I've done it tones of times." You assured. "It's fun."

"It's a death wish! What if the waters not deep enough?" She questioned making you laugh more.

"Are you scared, Wan?" You teased as you took a step towards her making her avert her eyes from your form. She scoffed to play it off.

"Of course not." You hummed in faux belief.

"Well then I'll see you down there." You grinned and took a couple of steps back until your feet were no longer on the platform and you were plummeting down towards the water where you landed with a splash.

Wanda held her breath as she waited for you to resurface for a few agonising seconds. When you did with a gasp and started kicking around frantically to keep yourself afloat with your built up adrenaline the redhead sighed in relief and started taking off her own shorts and shirt and placed them next to your things.

You've jumped from higher. She told herself as she rocked on her feet. And you have powers! She argued back before she shoved those thoughts aside and threw herself off the ledge and into the water below. You laughed as she came back up and pushed her hair away from her way. You swam closer to her and saw her wide smile.

"Fuck." Wanda whispered with a laugh as she looked back up from where you had both come.

"Told you it was fun." You teased as you tried not to focus on the low cut on her bikini bra.

"Yeah yeah." She laughed and paused when she looked past you and saw you were surprisingly close to the house. She could see the outline of your family sat outside.

"They're looking." Wanda muttered. You could tell by the look on her face who she was talking about. It wasn't like there was anyone else around either.

"Do you think they've caught on?" You asked nervously as you stared at Wanda's brown eyes to stop you looking at your family.

"Maybe..." She considered and glanced around. "It's not like we've been acting like that much of a couple." You scoffed at that.

"At home everyone assumes we're dating and the one time we need it be believable it isn't." You rolled your eyes but couldn't help the smile.

"I know." Wanda laughed for a second but then paused. "Then let's give them something believable." She gently placed both her hands on your waist and pulled you slowly towards her. You let her guide you and took extra notice of the water droplets across her face. You almost trembled when your bare stomachs pressed together in the water lightly.

Wanda's soft hands left your waist and gripped your thighs to pull you up to wrap your legs around her own waist. You couldn't help but giggle at the gesture as you wrapped your arms around the redhead's neck and held onto her waist with your legs in a lock.

"Can I?" Wanda whispered when she lifted your chin with her finger and her other hand came round the back of your neck.

"Just shut up and kiss me." You demanded with a playful smile and leaned in to do it yourself.

You smiled into the kiss and felt Wanda do the same. It was everything you had ever imagined it to be. Her lips were soft and fell into place perfectly against your own as they moved together. Your mind was hazey and your stomach was doing flips at the realisation that you were actually kissing your long time crush. You forced yourself to remember that it was all a show. That Wanda didn't mean it. But she put on a believable act and kissed passionately, even slipping her tongue through your parter lips to explore your mouth further.

When she eventually pulled away you rested your foreheads together to catch your breath and grinned as you closed your eyes.

"You're a really good kisser." You blurted out making Wanda chuckle.

"Not too bad yourself." She teased.

"I hope not, we're gonna have to do that again." You smiled and instantly realized that sounded like a confession you desperetly wished you could claim. "You know because...Once probably wasn't enough to make it entirely believable." You rambled and Wanda nodded somewhat stiffly and let your legs drop back down. You wanted to say something to her, anything but it was all stuck on the tip of your tongue.

Just as you opened your mouth to speak, a small murmurarion of starlings flew across the lake, some of them skimming the water then gaining height again as they got closer to you and Wanda. You both ducked instinctively as they flew over your heads and off towards the forest again as you watched them in awe until they disappeared. You glanced up at the sky and noticed the sun had gone behind a cloud, ableing you to continue looking up at the other birds higher up.

You kicked your legs up slightly so you could lay on your back and outstretch your arms to keep you afloat in the water so you could stare up at the sky without hurting your neck.

You didn't realise Wanda mimicked you until her hands brushed against yours. She withdrew it as soon as you touched and went to murmmer an apology but you smiled and held onto her hand as you both lay watching the birds.

Neither of you had to say anything. It was a comfortable and peaceful silence that was occasionally filled with birds chirping or the sound of a calm breeze. Of all the things you expected to feel on that trip, relaxed was not one of them.

You stayed like that for a while until you were both snapped out of your daydreams by the distant yell that declared dinner. Well, you had to go back to them eventually.

Both of you took your time swimming back to dry land and only felt a shiver when you left the water and the breeze hit you. Wanda spotted and reached the towels before you and wrapped yours around you tightly. You thanked her with a small blush as you both sauntered up to the house where the mouthwatering smell of a barbecue greeted you. Your dad was leaning over it while shooing your brother away as he tried to offer his 'help'.

You and Wanda went inside to change swiftly and came back outside as the food was being placed on plates and your mum finished setting up the buffet. Everyone starter helping themselves and you piled as much food as you could onto the plate. You parents had asked what food Wanda liked and when you gave them a brief list you added in a few things you knew you both loved.

"You gonna eat all that?" Anna asked as she eyed all the food on your plate. Guilt and insecurities washed over you until Wanda purposefully grabbed a large handful of small sausage rolls and put them on her plate that was piled with a considerable amount more food than your own. You smiled at the reassuring gesture as she sat down with a satisfied grin on her face when she saw Anna close her mouth to stay quiet.

"Thanks." You whispered to her as you sat down.

"If you don't eat all that I will." She declared. You were pretty sure she went back for seconds.

Instead of disappearing back to your room like you did the previous nights, you and Wanda stayed with your family for a while after dinner. It wasn't to do with their company, more the mesmerising fire in the firepit you all sat around. You were cuddled up into Wanda's side with a blanket over both of you as you stared at the flames, smiling at their small flickers and dances.

"So Wanda," one of your sisters began, "are any of the other Avengers...you know." She nodded her head in the direction of you both.

Oh boy you though.

"I don't think it's my place to say." Wanda said because yes, a lot of the Avengers were queer.

"Oh come on, you can tell us." Anna encouraged as she sat forward eagerly.

"I could, but I'm not going to." Wanda continued to defy.

"Lay off it guys." You mumbled but was ignored. Your family took it in turns saying her teammates names in hopes of sparking a reaction, clearly forgetting they were facing someone who had been trained by Natasha Romanoff.

"Stark!" Claire said but was instantly shut down by the others.

"He's married!" Dalton objected.

"Could still be bi though." Claire tried but Dalton just scoffed.

"I suppose there's going to be more surprises."

"What does that mean?" Wanda asked with narrowed eyes, feeling protective of her teammates. Dalton met her gaze with his own challenging one.

"I just never thought one of the Avengers would be a dyke." You felt Wanda stiffen as you all held your breath. There was no way to tell what was going through the redhead's mind, especially as after all those years of friendship you still didn't even know what team she batted for. She was an ally at least, but would she see this as her battle to fight?

Upon getting no reaction, Dalton continued. "It makes sense why you'd hang out with y/n though, we always knew something was wrong with her but-"

"That's enough." Your mum snapped with a guilty expression she failed to mask. You swallowed hard and moved to get up, deciding you had heard enough.

"Then you're idiots." Wanda stated as she glared daggers at your brother while you sunk down.

"I'll have you know I have a doctorate-"

"Your idiots." She repeated. "There's nothing wrong with y/n, which is impressive considering she's grown up around you lot." You looked at your friend in awe as she continued.

"She's the most amazing person I've ever known, including any of the Avengers. She's everything that you're not and I'm lucky to call her my girlfriend. It doesn't matter what any of you think of her, I love her and I always will." She declared as shot daggers at each individual family member who had fallen silent. She took your hand and pulled you up from your seat to take you inside.

You couldn't get her saying she loved you out of your head. You reminded yourself over and over again on the way to your room that it was just an act. That the redhead was making her point. But God, how you wished it was real.

She was so gentle with you as she guided you through the house. When you got to your room and broke down sobbing she held you on the bed for a long time until your cries turned to sniffles. The thing was, you weren't sure what you were crying over. Sure, what Dalton had said had hurt. As did the confirmation that your whole family had always looked down on you. But you had known that was the case for a long time, you had moved on from it.

Instead, you may have being crying over what you didn't know and didn't have. How much of what Wanda said was true? It was all based off of something that wasn't real. What if she saw you the same way your family did?

When you stopped crying you became aware of Wanda gently stroking your hair as she rested her head on yours and held you close to her. You remembered the memories you had accumulated over the past few days with her. The kisses, the hand holding, the nights together, how she stood up for you like no one ever had. You loved her so much.

"I think we should go tomorrow." Wanda mumbled and you nodded into her shoulder.

"I'm not going to leave you though, you know that right? You can stay at mine and we'll watch more of those crappy American movies you like." She mocked lightly making you chuckle against her. "Whatever you want."

"I just want you." You said honestly. You knew you shouldn't have said that, but you were too emotionally drained to care.

"I just want you too, y/n." You pulled away from the redhead to look at her clearly.

"I don't think you know what I mean." You sniffed and she smiled at you fondly.

"I mean what I said earlier, around the fire." Your eyes widened slightly and you held your breath.

"It was all an act though." You whispered and Wanda chuckled as she exhaled sharply.

"No y/n." "I think I am inlove with you." She said as she took ahold of your hand and searched your face for any signs of a reaction to her confession.

"Me?" You questioned, not quite believing it.

"Yes you, idiot." You smiled and sighed in relief, not being able to find the words to express your overflowing happiness and numerous other emotions you couldn't quite pinpoint. You let go of Wanda's hand and brought them both up to cup her cheeks. You had done a lot more handholding than kissing in the previous few days. It needed to be evened out.

You closed the gap between you and kissed Wanda with just as much passion as you had in the lake, except all hesitation and questions were gone. Because you knew she loved you. Oh God she loved you. You grinned into the kiss at the thought and felt her hand fall to your hip while the other caressed the side of your neck in the most gentle manner you had ever seen from her.

When you eventually pulled away you rested your forehead against hers, a smile still playing on both your lips.

"Told you we'd have to do that again." You said and and laughed. "I love you too."

"Well I hoped that wasn't a pity kiss." She joked and you smacked her arm playfully.

"It definetly was not and I'll prove it to you by taking you on a date when we get back." You promised as you sat back to look at her clearly.

"Oh yeah?" She asked with a playful smirk and leaned over so her face was inches away from yours.

"Yeah." You said back.

"Well until then, my real girlfriend should definetly just keep kissing me." She said as she pushed you down gently and kissed you again. You smiled against her gleefully.

"Your girlfriend would love to."

[mountswhore]

Part 3 should be about you and Ben finally getting together since you finally got that closure and maybe at first mason is super mad at Ben but eventually he comes around

𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 — mason mount & ben chilwell

part one and two

summary: you and Ben were finally together, and Mason has to get used to playing pretend.

notes: reqs are open

"What do you say to a cinema date tonight?" Ben asked, shaking a towel over his head to dry the mess of hair atop his head. You were still in bed, mindlessly scrolling through your phone to check for any breaking news that had happened as you slept. It didn't occur to you that Ben had said anything until he sat on your bed, taking the phone from your grip.

"Sounds lovely. Did you have a movie in mind?" You replied, lifting your legs to rest them on his lap, enjoying the feeling of his hands grazing over them.

"Eternals, I've heard it's good. Although I'm hesitant to go," Ben confessed, laying back on your bed but keeping his gaze on you, "because I know how much you fancy Richard Madden."

You giggled, jabbing him with your foot before standing up, deciding it was a good idea to get up now so you didn't have to rush around for work. "It's the accent, mainly. But you have to appreciate a good-looking man."

Ben joined you as you stood up, holding you in his arms like he did the previous night. You weren't official, you weren't addressing each other as girlfriend and boyfriend yet, as you were still freshly single. But you were going on dates, enjoying the romance of the beginning of a relationship. You didn't want to explore anything with anyone else, and neither did Ben.

"I have to get ready," you sighed, wishing you could stay in his arms for just a moment longer, "but I will be home at 5, and then we can go." You smiled at him, watching as he left your room to give you privacy.

Mason could only imagine how happy you woke up today, after hearing Ben talk to Reece about watching the new Eternals movie with you tonight. Mason knew you were a massive Marvel nerd, and he'd love taking you to the first showing of the new movies, and talking about it all on the way home. He remembered how upset you were when someone spoiled Infinity War for you, and how close to tears you were upon watching Endgame. Taking you to the movies was so special and intimate for Mason, and now he had to hear about another man taking you. He loved Ben, he was one of his closest Chelsea mates, but in his mind, you were still his girl.

"Mase," Ben called out, a genuine smile on his face as he looked over to Mason, who seemed to be kicking a ball around by himself, "have you watched Eternals yet?" Mason just shook his head, not wanting to pay any more attention to Ben, wanting to revel in his sour mood for as long as he could.

You'd gotten a call on your lunch break, quickly shrugging your coat onto your shoulders, and hearing Ben greet you on the other side of the phone. It had made your stressful day just a little more peaceful, and you felt yourself relaxing into the horrible desk chair you'd gotten so used to.

"Hey, you." You smiled. "I was just about to leave the office to grab lunch."

"Sorry to disturb, I just had a quick question," Ben replied, walking away from the group of boys by the locker rooms, watching for any signs of Mason, "did you end up talking to Mase?"

You hadn't told Ben about that night, you just told him you grabbed the remainder of your things whilst he wasn't home. Ben hadn't asked any further questions on the matter. "Yeah, I told him that I'm willing to be friends with him, it would just take a while to get used to."

"He's just icing me out right now, which is expected. I was going to invite him to come with us, but I didn't want to ruin date night." Ben stated, your shoulders tensing at the thought of Mason third-wheeling, God knows what they'd talk about as you'd inevitably up and leave them for the toilet mid-movie.

You awkwardly chuckled, waving to a colleague who was clocking out for the day. "That was for the best, look, I don't want to miss lunch so I'll see you later." You abruptly ended the call, hoping your lunch would distract you from thinking about Mason and why he was being so uptight with Ben. He did this to himself, after all.

You'd returned home at five, like you'd promised, Ben in the living room on his phone. He watched you with a simple smile, taking off your shoes and coat, putting your bag in it's usual spot on the bottom stair.

"Movie's booked for 7.30, so we can go and grab dinner beforehand." Ben stated, and you'd hummed in response as you'd ran upstairs to get ready.

Ben relaxed into his spot on the sofa, still conflicted about whether or not he should ask you to be his girlfriend tonight. He wanted to go for it, to get it over and done with so you were finally, and officially, his. But Mason was the only thing in the way. Obviously, you'd gotten closure and the pair of you were okay again, acting friendly, but he was completely cold towards Ben.

Just as you'd spritzed some perfume onto your neck, your phone buzzed. Assuming it was just Ben telling you to jokingly hurry up, you were rather shocked to see Mason had texted you.

'I heard you're watching Eternals tonight, and I know you're excited about it. Have fun and don't spoil it for me :)'

You laughed, feeling strangely okay that the pair of you were friends. And it meant you could talk whenever, laugh, and you'd eventually forgive him for what he'd done.

I have been waiting for this movie forever, and I'll keep my mouth shut, can't say the same for Ben :), you texted back, a smile on your face as you walked down the stairs to meet with Ben once again.

"Ready to go?"

Ben had decided to save the question for a more special time, knowing your mind was truly focused on Eternals. He'd enjoyed the night, nonetheless, taking you out to a nice pub for food, which was your favourite place to get food. It was a cozy date, and it just solidified his feelings for you.

This morning at training, before he could even press send on his message to tell you he had forgotten his wash bag, you'd texted him the same thing, and told him you'd drop by the training grounds to give it to him as it was your day off.

Mason was shocked to see you, your gorgeous, bright eyes and infectious smile. With Ben's wash bag in your arm, his smile dropped. He was trying so hard to forget the two of you were a thing now, to try and move on from thinking he still had a chance. But it was no use. This friendship you both started recently would only make things harder for him, every time he'd see you, he'd fall in love with you all over again.

"Mase!" You exclaimed, Ben's wash bag now free from your arm as you enveloped him in a hug. He accepted it dangerously quick, needing to hold you against him for the first time in a month, but quickly pulling away and hoping you didn't feel his heart hammering against his chest.

"How was the movie?" He asked, a stupid grin on his face, arms folded as he looked down at you. Ben could see what he was doing, and he wasn't impressed, but he knew you. He knew you wouldn't go back to him, right?

"So good, I'm not going to spoil it, like you asked. But one of the greatest I've seen this year." You commented, and there was a glint in your eye. One he'd only seen whenever you spoke about Marvel, both comics and movies. Mason joined you in laughter, alerting Ben and breaking his concentration on Kai's speech. Ben didn't understand how this friendship was working so well, how you were so okay to stay friends with the guy who cheated on you, who would swoop in the moment he knew you were available.

"I suppose you're only saying that because of Richard Madden," Mason suggested, eyebrows raised as he continued to look down at you, making your cheeks and nose tinge a slight pink. Ben was seething, to a random bystander it would look as if the two of you were flirting. Ben trusted you, but Mason was someone he now had to watch out for.

"Well, Barry Keoghan caught my eye a bit," you confessed, sharing another round of laughter with Mason, "maybe we can go and watch No Way Home together? As a group? It's more fun, the more people you go with." The pair of you planned to watch No Way Home together, the first showing, no matter how expensive. It was Spiderman, for fuck's sake. But that was all ruined after Mason's stupid mistake.

"Sounds great, I'll let you get on with your day." Mason spoke, embracing you once more before watching you say goodbye to Ben, and leave. Mason wore a slight smugness for the rest of the day, happy that he was friends with you, handcuffing the hope of a chance with you to him.

It was clear Mason wanted to tease Ben, to rile him up, and it had gotten too much when he'd received a rather powerful ball to the back of the head. Ben turned, seeing Mason pull a sarcastically apologetic face before laughing to himself. It was enough, Ben wasn't a fighter, but he needed a word with Mason.

"What the fuck is your problem?" Ben snapped, approaching Mason, and a few of the Chelsea teammates had looked over at the two, who looked about ready to throw hands.

"What are you on about?" Mason asked, posing as innocent, as if he hadn't been out for Ben the moment he found out you were seriously a thing.

"Don't be a dick. What's your problem with me?"

"You are my problem. If it weren't for you, I could still have my girl. But Big Hero Ben decides to steal her for himself. It's pathetic, how long have you had your eye on her? Since we were dating?" Mason knew he was being nonsensical, it wasn't Ben's fault, it was his own. But he was blinded by rage, that Ben had stolen you from him.

"If it weren't for me?" Ben laughed dryly, his finger jabbing into his own chest, "you cheated on her, mate. She was out working late and you brought a girl home, slept with her in your own bed, it's sick. She called me crying, telling me she needed somewhere to stay, she didn't want to go upstairs to confront you. You have nobody to blame but yourself, Mase."

"I could have fixed things. But you just needed her, didn't you? Why her? You regularly see and talk to models, why my girlfriend?" Mason asked, and even Ben could hear the desperation in his voice. "She's been my girlfriend since we were 15, why did you need her so bad?"

"You're blaming me? Seriously, Mase. Get a grip. So what if her and I are a thing now?" Ben questioned, running his hands through his hair, stressed at the entirety of this situation, and completely forgetting about the training that was currently happening. "You need to stop blaming me for this, because you had your chance with her and you threw it away. You did more than throw it away, you ripped it up and spat on it. I can't believe the pair of you are friends, I can't believe she's willing to forgive you and move on from what you did. You need to get over it, Mason. She's not going back to you. She has more respect for herself than you think."

Mason was too stunned to speak. He just watched Ben return to football, and stormed away from the pitch, ignoring the calls from the trainers. He needed to get away from this, just for a day. Was Ben right? Was he a fool to think a friendship between the two of you would work? It wasn't doing anything but hindering him moving on, maybe after he's accepted you and Ben, maybe then he could continue being friends with you.

"And he just stormed off?" You asked, cracking your knuckles as you waited at the red light. Ben had called you the moment training finished, but you were in the car on the way home from taking your sister out for a late lunch.

"Yeah, he is the biggest baby I know. I'm sorry for doubting your friendship with him, but I personally don't think I could stomach being friend's with someone who cheated on me." Ben admitted, feeling bad for digging at you during his argument with Mason. But you didn't care.

"It's fine. Do you think I should talk to him about it?" You wondered, asking yourself more than you were asking Ben.

"It's up to you. I'm not mad at him, I just wish he would accept that you've moved on. Yes, it's with his mate, I can understand why that feels like a kick to the gonads, but he's one of my best friends, I would never rub it in his face that we're together." You felt bad for the pair of them, which only enforced how needed a talk with Mason was.

"I'm gonna stop at his house, I'll see you when I get home." You spoke to Ben, ending the call and indicating the opposite way.

"Y/N? What are you doing here?" Mason questioned, opening the door and through his tired eyes, you could still see his confusion. Ignoring him, you walked past and stood by on his couch, secretly missing the feeling of it. There had been many nights of you both watching shitty tv, whilst cuddling and giggling quietly together.

"Why can't you just be happy for me?" You asked him, a slight whimper to your voice. Mason had shut the door and wanted nothing more than to hug you, to hold you and console you. He was glad you weren't facing him, because nothing hurt more than seeing you cry.

"What?"

"Don't be dumb, Mase. Why can't you be happy for me?" You repeated, linking your hands together and finally looking at him, and he looked just as broken as you were. His infidelity had broken him as much as it did you.

"Because it's not me, Y/N. I can't be happy for you if I'm not the one with you. It breaks my heart to see you with someone else, and it's a whole other feeling to know that it's my best mate." Mason explained, his own voice cracking as he finally confessed his feelings to you. He didn't feel deserving of his pain, because he was the one to cause it. He told himself to shut up and get on with it, pretending he hadn't bruised his own heart whilst bruising yours.

"I know I fucked up, and I want to take it back. But I can't. And now I can't even be friends with you, because it's ruining my life. To pretend I'm so okay with you and Ben together. Doing things we should've been doing, talking about things we should've been talking about. And I feel like I can't be upset or jealous or mad, because it's my fault. But I am allowed to feel this way, Y/N. I'm allowed to grieve over our relationship."

He was sobbing now, covering his face with his hands so you didn't see him cry. But all you did was hold him, your hands in his hair as you hushed him. It was a royal mess you were both in.

"I'm so sorry I hurt you, Y/N. I will say it a thousand times over. I will say it until I lose my voice. I'm sorry." He repeated into your shoulder, holding you tightly against him.

"I know, Mase," you whispered, "I think it's best we don't talk. At least, not right now. I need you to do whatever you need to do, to get over me and to come to terms with me and Ben. Maybe then we can be friends, because that's all I want. I don't want to lose you, Mase. We've known each other since we were like 12, I know too much about you to throw this away."

"I can't lose you, that's the difference between us. You don't want to lose me, but if I lose you, I've lost my old life. You've been the only thing to keep my grounded, to keep me humble, to show me peace." Mason looked at you, and you'd wiped his tears away with your thumbs.

"I'll be right here when you've bounced back, I'll still cheer for you at your games, I'll always be here for you." You reminded him, just because you weren't together anymore, didn't mean that you wouldn't still be his friend.

"I don't deserve you."

[alifeofred]

Danny and Sam looks pt. 4

Finally, the moment we've all been waiting for.

The moment our ship became real.

Phantom Planet.

So say what you will about Phantom Planet, but I genuinely enjoyed it. The first half was a bit lacking, and sure Danny was being a colossal jerk. But we kinda knew where he was coming from.

More on THAT later because I have a whole other post for that analysis.

The show really kicks up after Danny's 'I don't give a fuck' montage. The moment Sam lays the smack down.

And She. Is. Pissed.

Danny is clueless, but he does let her in on what his reasons are. Aka, he wants to protect the people closest to him...especially her.

But she isn't listening. To her, Danny's given up.

But the show really kicks off from this point on. Not surprising considering this is one of the best bit of dialogue on the show. And it gets the point across.

Disasteroid strikes. Everyone is panicking. And Danny Fenton has a plan.

It takes all that he has to accomplish. And he nearly loses his life...again.

The thing about this scene is that everyone leaves as soon as Danny goes into leader mode, but she stays a moment longer because she knows THIS Danny as well. The one that risks his life to save others. So at odds with the devil may care Danny of a few days ago.

Plus the fire in his eyes.

So she concedes. And trouble starts for Danny. The ghosts are out for revenge and Danny is a neat punching bag.

Fear not though, Phantom is back and stronger than ever. Notice how the ghostly wail didn't even weaken him. He really has gotten powerful now.

And the moment wouldn't be complete without...

It's always been you.

Kinda seems like she's saying something else, amiright?

Moment interrupted, we have plans to execute. We'll have time for this later.

So when later comes. And it's time to go. He's not ready. And she is definitely not ready.

Which is why she pulls the classic...

Promise to bring it back.

With yourself. In case that wasn't obvious.

And he's stalling, because there are words he wants to say and none of them are adequate enough to convey just how much he...feels for her.

Notice the desperate longing on both their faces. My oh my.

She makes the first move. And he's taken aback.

But he makes his split second decision. There may be a mountain of words left unsaid between them, but he'll be damned if he doesn't at least convey one small bit of it. Considering the imminent suicide mission that is.

This. Shot. Ruined. Me.

He...and she...and they! Like, what? Look at him! Looking at her! Because she feels lost. And she might be thinking that maybe I pushed him away with being so forward, it is Danny she's dealing with. The king of denial, next to her highness.

But then!

The soft way he holds her chin. So in contrast with her kiss with that douchenugget Gregor/Elliot.

Danny's just...staring her and she's...still lost. But so is he. And then he just!

IT HAPPENED!

The-th-the way he's framing her face with his hands. Holding her. It's just so darn tender.

And it was this moment that I realized I ain't ever getting a Danny of my own. Ever. Sad.

Ending this segment with the after moment.

Notice the sad boy, sad girl faces just blossom into similar grins. Not to mention...he's leaning his forehead...against hers. And it's...too much!

Or not enough.

We were robbed of a season 4 where we would've seen these two be together on a more universal level and they would've worked out so perfectly and Tucker would've been sick of it, and them. The amount of jokes he would unleash on these two.

And they would've remained blissfully in love.

Is it just me or would we have seen a more territorial side to Sam had the series continued? Just imagine someone flirting with Danny and Sam just...pulls the claws out.

Not to mention, Danny himself would've had the ghostly green eyes out every time someone made a come on at Sam.

We were robbed!

And I've run out of picture limit. So onto the next and final part of looks, that will feature so many other looks from so many other episodes.

So onto part 5.

[missymurphy1985]

The Strip Club - Cillian Murphy X Female OC

A/N - Set in 2010, and I've used fictional names for his wife/children

A night out with his brother and closest friends doesn't end the way Cillian expects it to.

Warning - Smut

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"I'm really not up for this Pad, can't we just go for a beer at the Anchor instead?" Cillian complained to his younger brother.

"You haven't been out with us in months, Dermot has had this all planned out for ages Cill, come on!" He rolled his eyes, knowing he couldn't get out of it, no matter what he said. Pulling his boots on, the two of them left the house, getting into the waiting taxi outside.

Walking into the strip club via the VIP entrance at the back, Cillian kept his head low and his brother and friends close around him so as not to be seen. Last thing he needed was photos in the press of him coming here!

"We're here for The Secret Show? Booked under Padraig Murphy?" Paddy told the bouncer, who checked everyone's ID and led them through a curtained off section at the back of the club. No cameras, no members of the public, completely private.

The boys sat around the stage area, a waitress coming over to take their drinks order. Once she returned with them, the lights dimmed and the music from the movie Burlesque began to play through the speakers. A single spotlight on a stool on the stage.

Cillian could feel his cheeks burning, he genuinely had never felt so uncomfortable in his life. He'd never been to a place like this, had always avoided them like the plague. The idea of a stripper had never appealed to him. Someone he'd never met, stripping to her underwear to please him and his drunk friends and even more cringe-worthy, his little brother, was not something he was remotely interested in.

The dancer came out, swaying her hips as she walked to the stool. Perching herself on it, legs crossed. Dressed in a black corset, short black skirt, fishnet stockings, black stiletto heels, and a black masquerade mask covering the top half of her face. Her long, silky brown hair flowing loosely down her back.

She was beautiful, there was no mistaking it. Cillian spotted Paddy nudging Dermot and whispering something in his ear and rolled his eyes. Probably something incredibly inappropriate about the young girl in front of them. He couldn't help feel sorry for her - lecherous old men creeping all over her as she danced for them, throwing money at her like she was a cheap prostitute...

The routine began. Cillian remained stoic, arms folded across his chest while the other lads cheered, louder each time an item of clothing was sexily removed from her lithe body. Her heels had been kicked off, her stockings slowly moving down her thighs, he couldn't watch any more. Standing, he made his way over to the bar to order another Guinness.

"I'd have thought you'd be over there enjoying the show with your friends?" A familiar voice from behind the bar startled him.

"Kate?"

"Long time no see," she smiled.

"Wow! Last person I expected to bump into tonight, how are you?"

"I'm okay, I see you're doing pretty well too." He nodded, his latest film, Inception, had been a box office smash. Professionally, at least, he could say he was doing well.

"Yeah, I guess so." His head lowered slightly, as Kate placed his pint in front of him.

"You guess? You okay?"

"What? Oh yeah, yeah I'm fine. Although, no disrespect? Kinda wish I was anywhere but here right now!" He chuckled. Kate smirked.

"I get off in 20minutes, fancy a walk?"

"You know what, I'll take you up on that Kate. I'll meet you outside?"

"Deal."

Thirty minutes later, after Cillian had made his excuses to his brother, he was smoking a cigarette walking along the canal with Kate at his side.

"Did you travel the world like you planned after school?" He asked, stubbing the cigarette out on the floor.

"I did, a full year of travelling before I went to university."

"Where did you go?" She told him about Australia, backpacking across Vietnam and Thailand, before heading to California for three months on a work visa.

"It was amazing. Truly wonderful. I met some great people over there. But all good things must come to an end, right?" She looked at him, and quickly looked away.

"I couldn't stand in the way of you living your dream Kate, you know that. We ended on grand terms though, right?" She linked her arm through his and squeezed it.

"We did. Promised we'd stay in touch though didn't we..."

"Yeah, I admit that was my fault. Tanya wasn't overly keen on you was she?" His ex wife. Or soon to be ex, anyway.

"I'm sorry about what happened Cill. Are you okay?"

"I'm getting there, you know? If she'd rather fuck her friend's husband instead of her own, then so be it," he smiled as much as he could.

"Well if it's any consolation, she's clearly lost her mind." She squeezed his arm again, and he found himself moving it so it was wrapped over her shoulders. He could feel her shivering and pulled her a little tighter against him.

They approached a small apartment block around 100yards further down the canal, and Kate dug her keys out of her handbag.

"Thanks for walking me home. It was good to see you again," she smiled, unhooking herself from him.

"Maybe I could - " he was interrupted by the door opening, and a younger girl stood in the doorway with a toddler in her arms.

"I'm so sorry Kate, I gave her Calpol an hour ago but I couldn't get her to settle..."

"Hey it's okay, I'll take her now. Get yourself home sis, I'll see you tomorrow yeah?" The young girl nodded, before nodding at Cillian and heading off down the street.

"Liane grew up!" Cillian laughed. The last time he'd seen her she'd still been in primary school. "And who's this little one?" He reached for the toddlers hand, grinning when she took his little finger and squeezed it.

"This is my daughter, Lily."

"Well Lily, you've certainly got your mama's eyes, haven't you?" Cillian glanced quickly at Kate's left hand.

"Her Dad isn't around Cill, I'm not married." He bent his head down. Busted.

"Then am I allowed in for a coffee at least?"

"If you don't mind sharing me with a teething baby, then yes, you can come in!" Kate led him through and fetched the teething granules from the cupboard and a teething ring from the freezer. Cillian offered to take Lily while she prepped a cup of warm milk for her.

Seeing him bounce her on his arm made her smile.

"Reminds me of Jack and Niamh when they were teething. Had to be moving around, constantly needed distraction. You okay if I take her a walk around after? See if I still have the magic touch?"

Kate nodded, and took her back to give her the nurofen, teething granules, followed by her sippy cup of warm milk. Once she'd finished, Cillian offered his arms out for her. She reached up for him, surprising Kate as she normally shied away from strangers, and off they went around the apartment. She watched from a distance as he took her around, showing her the ornaments on the window ledge, her reflection in the mirror, bouncing her up and down as she giggled lightly.

After around fifteen minutes, he made his way over to the radio in the kitchen, fiddling with the buttons before he found the station he was looking for. Soft, gentle classical music played through the speakers. He turned the volume down so it was barely audible, and leaned Lily into his shoulder, rocking her side to side gently. She nuzzled into his neck, Kate watching, smiling, as her baby's eyes grew heavier. She could feel past feelings coming back as she watched them. As much as she'd pretended losing him when he left University to pursue his acting career was fine and she had gotten over it, she never had. And now, bumping into him again all these years later, those feelings were coming back with some force.

Lily was snoring gently in his arms now, and Kate gently took her from him. Taking her into a small room at the back of the apartment. Coming out ten minutes later and closing the door as quietly as possible.

"I'd say you still have it Cill," she laughed, switching the baby monitor on in the corner of the living room where he sat on the sofa, two glasses of red wine in front of him. "You read my mind."

She sat next to him, clinking her glass with his.

"Did you meet her Dad while you were travelling?" He asked, after taking a sip.

"Yeah.. he erm.. he died not long ago. Cancer."

"Shit I'm sorry... Oh Kate that's awful..."

"No it's okay.. it was just a brief fling you know, we weren't together or anything. But it's sad for her. She'll never have that father figure. Just me and her against the world now." She felt his fingers brush her hair out of her face and gently down her cheek. Turning to him, she put her glass down on the table and turned to face him. He placed his down too, and moved closer.

Their faces centimetres apart, she could feel his warm breath against her own.

"I should probably go..."

"Again?" She whispered. She didn't want him to leave her again, as much as he had no intention of actually leaving. Their lips met, a kiss that was fifteen years overdue.

"I haven't spent a day not thinking about you, Kate..." He smiled, pulling away.

"You mean that, or are you just looking to get your end away?"

"Which is why I'm going to kiss you now, and go home. But I want to see you again. If I can?"

"And what if I don't want you to go home..." She kissed him again, this time straddling her legs over his thighs on the sofa. Even if this was a one night stand for him, she needed him, and he wasn't getting away this time.

"Then I'm not going home." His hips rose to meet hers, gyrating over his erection under his jeans, both of them removing each others clothes in record time until they were left in just their underwear.

"My god, you're incredible... Let me taste you..." He flipped her onto her back on the sofa, spreading her legs and placing gentle kisses along the inside of her thighs. His fingers teasing against her underwear, softly caressing her mound, before sliding a finger inside and groaning at how wet she was already.

"Cillian please...." She almost whimpered underneath him, her hips squirming against his lips and fingers. He pulled her underwear down her legs, and unceremoniously threw them across the room before moving his lips to her open slit, drawing his tongue slowly up and down her folds. Her hand flew to her mouth, stifling the cry of ecstacy within it so as not to wake Lily.

"You need to be quiet, you're not going to want me to stop once I've started Kate..." He smirked, before attacking her clit with his mouth, drawing it between his lips, rolling his tongue over it, increasing the pressure. His fingers pressing into her thighs, surely leaving bruises, as his mouth worked magic on her, her hips rocking against him.

"Oh god... That's so good, please don't stop..." Her words coming out in breathy little moans as her orgasm built quickly. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him where she needed him. Two fingers suddenly entered her, making her gasp as they found the small bundle of nerves deep inside her, pushing and rubbing against it hard, matching his motions against her clit. Suddenly his mouth was off her, his fingers pumping into her, the palm of his hand pressed against her clit now as he moved his body up, his lips now pressed to hers. The taste of herself on him turned her on further, and she could feel herself letting go.

"Cum for me..." He whispered in her ear, sending her over the edge with a small cry into his shoulder, her body writhing against him. His fingers removed, replaced with his now solid cock as it pushed inside her quickly, picking up the same pace his hands were, hard and fast thrusts as he hooked her leg up under his elbow, forcing himself deeper.

Her nails scraped over his shoulders as she buried her face into his neck, frantic thrusts against each other, fifteen years of buried feelings coming out of them with a force that took her breath away.

"Yes... God yes..." Her moans into his neck drove him wild, her walls contracting around him pushing him closer. He could feel another orgasm building inside her, and angled his thrusts to hit that magical spot inside her perfectly.

"I'm so close Kate... So fucking close, you feel so good around me..."

"Cum inside me Cillian, please..." He grunted against her ear, nibbling on it gently as his hips pounded into her relentlessly now. Reaching his high, he flooded her, spilling inside her with a deep groan into her neck, sending her into her second orgasm, her legs wrapping tightly around his back pulling him even deeper inside her as she felt his cock pulsate, emptying into her.

He rested his forehead against hers, both of them panting, smiles forming as they looked into each others eyes.

"You're on the pill, right?" He chuckled, coming back to his senses.

"No." He lifted his head quickly.

"What?" She started to giggle, grinning at him.

"I'm on the coil, you're fine, don't worry!" He rested his head back into her neck, breathing a sigh of relief.

"Good to hear. I think three kids between us is enough for now, don't you?"

"What do you mean, for now?"

"I made the biggest mistake of my life leaving you Kate, I'm not planning on doing it again," his lips gently kissed the side of her neck, running the tip of his nose along her jawline softly.

He pulled out of her with a groan, taking her hand and leading her into her bedroom - he'd clocked which one it was earlier that evening.

Kate smiled watching him grow hard again, knowing not much sleeping was going to be done once they got in there...

[ahsana]

Rehab ~ Dean Winchester

Chapter 1 - The Party

Summary: Gwendolyn Anderson is in her early twenties. For most people that age, they're in college or just starting to find their way. For her, she lost the person closest to her in the universe and she has to find a way to pick up the pieces because everything as she knows it as about to change. After a few events that are less than coincidental, the only thing that seems to make sense anymore is a man with green eyes and a twelve step program.

Pairing: AU!Gabriel Novak x OC!Gwen, AU!Dean Winchester x OC!Gwen & possible other variations. Stay tuned to find out ;)

Word Count: 2038

Chapter Warning: Just like every other chapter in this book so far, there will be detailed drug use, mentions of drugs, paraphernalia, mentions of death and other very sensitive topics. If this could trigger you or set you off in any way possible, I urge you not to read it. If you or someone you know is struggling with addiction, please reach out and get help. You are not alone. Always keep fighting.

Even when things were okay, I still never feared death. I've been on the edge many times; never quite falling off, but never quite holding on either.

A lot of people say overdosing was their rock bottom. It wasn't for me. Heroin is a strong word, and sometimes it even shocks me when I say it. Weird, right?

In health class as a teenager, I saw the pictures of drug addicted people and made a pact with myself in my head that I'd never become one of those people and here I am. I guess I should explain how I got here, though.

« FLASHBACK »

Why did I snort that line? My nose burns, my brain hurts, and my whole body feels like it's buzzing. I'm not exactly sure where the cocaine came from or why exactly I did it but I know that I have to get out of here and fast.

Parties aren't usually my scene, but I figured since it was my last day as a teenager I might as well indulge. My surroundings aren't familiar, just some college frat party that I knew of because I attend school here, but other than that I really have no idea where I am or how I got here.

I'm searching for the exit, pushing past sweaty bodies and other young adults who reek of alcohol and marijuana. I gave up hope halfway through the search because it feels almost as if though it's impossible, so when my eyes land on the staircase in front of me I sigh gratefully.

The door at the end of the hallway is propped open slightly; a large rock wedged between so it couldn't close. The loud music was causing my ears to ring so I walked as quickly as I could and became elated when I realized the door at the end of the hallway leading to outside, giving me a chance to get some fresh air.

I push the door open and realize it's heavier than I first assumed, so I try and let it close behind me gently so it doesn't knock rock out of place. I inhale deeply and look around, only to be met with the fact that I'm on the roof somehow.

"Wow," I mutter, and make my way towards the edge of the building; my shoes making the gravel of the rooftop crunch along the way. I peered over the ledge, and for a second considered flying.

Worse case scenario, I land flat on the pavement, ultimately dying in the process or I make it to the rooftop across the way. I step onto the ledge, squat and then sit; dangling my legs over the side of the building.

My heart is pounding a hundred miles a minute, and all of a sudden tears start streaming down my face.

"I wish you would step back from that ledge my friend," I gasp out of shock because I didn't realize that I wasn't alone up here—and also because a random man is singing to me. I turn my head to face the mystery man and am pleasantly surprised. "You could cut ties with all the lies, that you've been living in," He continues, and I recognize the song and join in with him.

“And if you do not want to see me again, I would understaaaand. I would understaaand," We both sing in unison, and the stranger lets out a fit of giggles which makes me laugh in return.

"So Miss, how are you on this lovely night?" He questions.

"You aren't even going to ask me my name?" I inquire with a grin.

"Nope, don't need to." I nod in response, pretending to understand why.

“I'm doing well, by the way." I add.

"That's amazing.. or.. would be, if you were telling the truth." I cock my brow up, and he quickly adds, "I mean you wouldn't be sitting on the ledge for nothing, right?"

I shake my head in disagreement. "That's where you've got it wrong, sir."

"Sir? Do I really look that old?" He jokes.

"No, but I'm not sure what to call you since we don't need to know each other's names." The stranger sits beside me and lets his legs dangle over the building as well. I take a closer look at his features that are illuminated by the street lights below and I am captivated.

The ridge of his nose, the length of his lashes and his eyes—Wow, his eyes. It's dark, but I can tell that they're brown with a swirl of honey and it reminds me of a Hershey's bar.

"So, did you find what you were looking for?" He asks, and I shake my head no for the second time. "Well then what are you doing?" I shrug. "You're not very talkative, are you?" He asks, seeming genuinely curious.

"I am, but I'm not sure what to say. I'm at a party, drunk and high off coke, sitting with a stranger on the edge of the roof; trying to come up with something I could tell you but I'm at a loss for words here." The man gives me a goofy grin in return.

"Well. We'll probably never see each other again, so why don't you tell me your biggest secret?" I laugh out loud.

"Sir, I've known you for mere minutes and you want me to do something like that? Strange." I mumble in awe.

"I'm not from around here, so I couldn't possibly hold it against you in any way."

"Why did you come here then?" I ask.

"Free booze."

"Interesting. Here—I'll make you a deal. I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours." I whisper cheekily to him and he nods his head, agreeing.

"Sure. Okay. Let's start," he thinks for a moment, "My guilty pleasure is Lazy Town, the kids show."

"Ha! That's an awful secret, shame on you!" I reply but laughing while doing so.

"Fine, fine. Um, when I was seventeen I slept with my best mate's girlfriend. He still doesn't know." He whispers guiltily.

"Wow, that's pretty deep. Are they still together?" He nods.

"Been together for eight years, married for three—with two kids."

I chuckle, "How do you know you aren't the baby daddy?"

"Timeline doesn't add up—trust me, I did the calculations as soon as she told everyone she was pregnant the summer after we graduated high school," He trailed off but then turned his head towards me, "Your turn."

I gulp, and try and think of something.

"Um... Well, I might as well go all out then. My parents are both government officials. Amelia and Doug Anderson?" I throw the names out to see if he recognizes them.

"Holy shit," He marvels. "You're Gwendolyn Anderson. I should have recognized you as soon as I seen you! You and your parents are all over TV." I sigh.

"Yeah. But call me Gwen, I hate it when people call me Gwendolyn. Anyways—That's not exactly my secret." I look towards him and he motions for me to continue.

"I don't know why I'm telling you this but.. here we go. My entire life, I've felt like the weight of the world has been on my shoulders. Ever since I was a kid my parents have been pushing me to be the best in every category there has been or ever will be. My senior year of high school was the worst, obviously because of the impending doom of getting into the best college and working on getting scholarship offers; meanwhile keeping all A's, playing volleyball and volunteering."

I continued, glancing back now and then to see if he was still paying attention and he was alert the entire time. "It got to the point where.. I needed some extra help. Adderall was basically my scapegoat and how I functioned for the entire year. My parents were so busy being wrapped up in their own lives and pushing me to my limit that they never discovered I lost myself along the way. Now I'm in college, and I'm still trying to find my way back to a happy medium. But when I looked down at the ground, I realized that for some reason it doesn't even matter anymore."

"And what do you mean by that?"

"Have you ever gotten to the point where you feel like you're just numb? Everything is grey scale and there's no color at all? I'm just going through the motions. There's no highs or lows; only this weird middle ground. I thought coming to this party tonight and getting trashed would make me feel better but it didn't change anything." He nods, knowingly. I can tell he understands. He rests his left hand on top of my right one and somehow it felt like my body couldn't get any hotter.

I should be scared, uncomfortable even. I just met this guy and don't even know his name but I'm letting him touch me like we've been friends all our lives. A sudden thought makes me speak up.

"You know, it's not really fair that you get to know my name and I don't know yours." He chuckles.

“It's Gabriel." I smile because it's very fitting. He looks like a Gabriel.

"That's a beautiful name."

He laughs, "Beautiful? More like average. Your name is beautiful."

"I wholeheartedly disagree. I have a grandma name, at least yours fits your age no matter how old you are." He smiles. We sit in silence, his hand still resting on top of mine and I take another look down at the ground.

"How long do you think it would take to reach the ground?" I ask as if he'd actually know the answer.

"For a suicidal person? Too long. For a person just looking for some answers, too fast."

“How do you know which is which?" Gabriel lets out a grunt and laughs.

"Well, do you want to die?" He asks, raising his voice but continues smiling; which is oddly contagious.

"I don't think I'd ever do anything to speed up the process, so ultimately no. Probably not."

"I guess there's an answer then." Gabriel replies.

"An answer?"

"Yeah, the one of many you're looking for. I won't have them all, though."

"B-But I thought you were an all-knowing wizard!" I gasp out sarcastically.

"No, no. But... I maybe might have one.. just for now,"

I raise my eyebrow again and ask, "What might that be?" Gabriel reaches into his pocket and pulls out a tiny baggie with pills inside of it.

"You might like these," he whispers gently.

"Ah, man. I don't know--"

“I'm sure drugs weren't the first thing you thought of, but maybe they'll help you forget until tomorrow." I sigh and stick my hand out apprehensively.

"What are they?" I question.

"Percocet. Strongest prescription." I nod, remember hearing some of my peers talking about it previously this week. I swallow two of them without a second thought.

« FLASHBACK OVER »

I look down at the person who brought me into this mess, and his face is quickly turning a light shade of blue.

"Gabe, God, You fucking idiot! I told you not to do that much!" I shout and dial 911 as quickly as possible.

The next thing I know, I'm sitting on the front porch steps of his apartment as they're carrying him away on a stretcher. My best friend is dead, and I can officially say I'm terrified.